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...just here to seek further enlightenment. Ron observes she is full of shit. He launches into a banal ten-hour lecture on est epistemology. Most of what we know consists of received ideas and secondhand experiences. We see the world through a glaze of beliefs and ideas. Thinking is crap-the yammering in the back of our heads. Ron wiggles his fingers behind his head to show us how foolish thinking...
...jobs and sometimes fails. "You're a self-righteous bitch!" Ron screams. She collapses in tears; Ron says she is patronizing the secretary by approving her failures. A man rises to offer sympathy to the woman. "Don't help her!" Ron yells. "Help," we learn, is another "crap" word. Helping people keeps them infantile and teaches them to play for sympathy...
...told to remain silent during the break. "I don't care, I've got something to say," says Joan, a trim woman of about 30, as a few of us stood around outside the hotel. "I don't care how much of this is crap. It's changed my life. My father walked out on my mother right after I was born. She kept telling me men-people-were unreliable. I see now that I screwed up my marriage, all my love affairs, all my jobs, just to prove that my mother was right...
...brightest of his recent songs, however, carry their quality very lightly. "True, Paul's not innovative at the moment, but nobody is except Stevie Wonder," says Singer-Composer Harry Nilsson, a Beatles crony from way back, adding with some heat, "I don't buy all that crap about saccharine lyrics." Says Bhasker Menon, 41, president of Capitol, which distributes the McCartney records in the U.S.: "Paul is a consummate musician. When he does Yesterday it is one of the most beautiful songs I ever hear." Perhaps meaning to flatter, he adds with impolitic directness, "As a songwriter...
Damp Handshake. He campaigns with an awkward, mechanical passion. "Monckton never thought of handshaking as a personal contact with the electors," Ehrlichman writes. "He was doing all that crap on autopilot." At one point the politically smiling candidate escapes from a crowd at the Waldorf by retreating to an elevator filled with his own staff. Once inside, "his face changed as though he had suddenly broken out of a trance; his smile collapsed, his eyes darkened as if a light had been extinguished...