Word: conceit
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...Inner Conceit. In 1929, Hammerstein was divorced from his first wife and married mahogany-haired Dorothy Blanchard, daughter of an Australian sea captain. With her he answered a syncopated summons from Hollywood. He arrived on the Coast amidst expectant huzzahs. But soon he was weighed in Hollywood's inexplicable scales, and found wanting. One M-G-Mogul passed the verdict around commissaries and conference rooms: "Oscar is a very dear friend of mine, but he can't write...
...this militaristic old man letting himself be carried away with conceit? . . . Honest people throughout the world did not believe that militant reaction would raise its arm against the U.N. so soon. It is this sinister duty that has been taken on his own shoulders by the Shylock of Wall Street, George C. Marshall...
...usual, readers must grant Author White (The Sword in the Stone, Mistress Mas ham's Repose) a basic, whimsical conceit. This time the Archangel Michael slithers down the chimney of an Irish farm where Mr. White is boarding, warns of an imminent flood and appoints the author as a latter-day Noah. The idea is pretty thin to start with, and it is not even corn-fed from there on. The building of the Ark, for instance, is a nail-by-nail account that only a carpenter might care to follow. Author White, who wrote the book in County...
...Rodzinski's musical sterility (to continue a conceit begun by Rodzinski when he described Stokowski's conducting as "sexual") has time & again made the normally oppressive U.S. Rubber Co.'s "Science Talks" over the air seem the height of esthetic cultivation by comparison. Thus my joy was unbounded when Rodzinski "resigned." This joy was snuffed out, however, by the announcement that he would pilot the Chicago Symphony next season...
...with another woman. . . . My mother, spying of us, says to the other woman, 'Here come Master Debase with a Fleming. It may be they may bring some news of Ned, she little knowing I was he. The old man bid me say nothing, he being pleased at the conceit [joke]. When we came to my mother, she looked on me, but knew me not, but asked the old man if he could tell no news of her child. ... The old man bid her patience; she should well hear. This was to her but the old tone, I suppose...