Word: conceitedly
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...intervene, then I'm out. I don't think I will have anything to do with it. But right now everything is under control and manageable by me. Don't worry. I know everything; I know everybody. I say this without the slightest trace of self-conceit. The whole sense of this country is that we must have legal and constitutional government. The moment has passed for government by the conquest of arms. A legal government is the only solution...
...They had more than love-they had fun." So say the ads for Gable and Lombard. Unbelievably, there is more historical truth-which is to say, the barest acceptable minimum-in that simple adman's conceit than there is in the entire length of the vulgar, banal and finally repulsive movie it is designed to promote...
Probably there is no need for THE BIONIC WOMAN (ABC, Wednesday, 8 p.m. E.S.T.) either, unless you are a Six Million Dollar Man looking for a mate. But there is more wit inherent in the new show's conceit than there is in that of the original model: superhuman physical prowess is unexpected in a lass as comely as Lindsay Wagner. On the opening program, for example, Wagner, whose cover job is schoolteaching, delivered homilies on peace and cooperation while abstractedly tearing a telephone book in half. One hopes the show's writers will keep this spirit...
...threat, an encroachment of "terrible simplifiers" on the sturdy, randy freedom of the gypsy artist. "I feel myself personally outraged and assailed by a horrible and inhuman monster," he bombinated in 1908, "a monster begotten by brute Stupidity upon terrified Ignorance, weaned in the lap of Hypocritical Conceit and sponsored by Vulgarity Triumphant-in other words the hideous Dragon of Democratic, Altruistic, Authoritative, Purblind, Pragmatical, Grandmotherly Legislative Force...
...notion of France undone by its own benevolence is a grand comic conceit. But Raspail is not joking. A swash buckling world traveler and a columnist for France's moderately conservative Le Figaro, he prefaces his book by insisting that it is "no wild-eyed dream," then drives his argument home with a trip hammer. With nary a dissenting voice, the seagoing Indians are variously described as "Ganges scum," "starving bastards," a "stinking mob" and a "filthy mess." The only praise in the novel goes to some doomed white hunters who hap pily kill unarmed Indians. Whatever Raspail...