Word: damningly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Lorin Hawes started out as a U.S. nuclear physicist, but in 1956 he emigrated to Australia because, he says, "I was fed up with warmongering, hillbilly officers, the CIA, the Pentagon, the whole damn lot." He lectured in Australian universities, but by 1965 found Australian society also becoming too militaristic for his liking. He then turned for his living to what had become his hobby: making and throwing boomerangs. Says the 39-year-old Hawes, a sardonic, 280-lb. mountain of a man: "I decided to join the select group of people who work less and earn more by being...
...Well, bull. I don't need to be in the ring. I'm just not going to leave myself open to any more humiliating, debilitating exposure. I don't want anything from George. There isn't a single thing he can give me, not one damn thing. And I can maybe help him in a way that nobody else can because I know a lot of people who say they aren...
...know when to stop. All the pipes and wires in the new building lobby will be exposed and treated almost as if they were works of art. Like all whimsy, the joke can pall. "It's a little fun," says Kaufman. "It doesn't mean a damn thing-and we can always take it out. All we're trying to do is add levity to this somber city...
...emancipation of women and smokes cigarettes (which seems to encompass her idea of emancipation). Astrov gives a stirring rendition of the weather report when Vanya interrupts his seduction of Irina--an example of the Chekhovian principle that the words we exchange in conversation don't mean a damn thing. And Vanya, the prototype useless intellectual, constantly brings a smile of recognition with his temper tantrums...
...shopping bag, shouting 'What are you doing? What are you doing?' I don't know why she did it. She was an upper-class type, in a tweed suit, and I think she was offended that my type was in Harrods. But if she was so damn stylish, what was she doing carrying a shopping...