Word: downrightness
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...paper in Russia with a Monday edition, had said the day before. On the front page, once the unassailable domain of party catechisms, news stories surprisingly appeared, and the ponderous headlines (A CLEAR DEMONSTRATION OF THE UNITY OF THE SOVIET PEOPLE AND OF RALLYING AROUND THE COMMUNIST PARTY) became downright breezy (I VISITED THE VINNITSA SPY CENTER and BONN FLIRTS WITH MADRID). Pictures bloomed all over, and the subjects were gay: babies, dogs, water skiers and movie starlets...
...film is downright healthy. There are no suicides, incests, miscegenations, divorces, or even race prejudices. In the end three or four recognition scenes suddenly blossom out of a fertile but rather parched story, and all is saved. Will Varner recognizes what a real chip off the old chopping block his son Jody is, when Jody tries to burn him to death; Clara, Varner's daughter, played in a vaguely disappointing way by Joanne Woodward, finds out that the guy she's loved for five years doesn't have any desire to crawl into bed with her, married or unmarried...
When a House select committee investigated surplus disposal in 1946, after Symington had moved on to the War Department, its report rapped him for "chaotic administrative conditions" and "favoritism if not downright corruption" in sales of surplus property. But Symington's SPA, as he pointed out to the committee, had only a policymaking function; actual sales of surplus property were handled by other agencies, mainly the Commerce Department and the Reconstruction Finance Corp. Symington had no operating control over sales, no way of seeing to it that his policies were carried out. After half a year of frustrations...
...rural bully to candidate for Congress. If the Snopes family is unforgettable, it is because Author Faulkner understands them as deeply as he hates them. And like so many hates, it seems like a first cousin to love. As always, the Faulkner writing has its quota of awkwardness, irritation, downright sloppiness. And just as surely, much of it seems in the end like some kind of smoldering, personal poetry that stands out defiantly imperfect and unassailable...
...father. The mother generally leaves him to his own devices, letting him run around the streets and usually not knowing what he does or where he goes. The father dislikes the boy. The mother is indifferent to her son, expressing little warmth of feeling, or she is downright hostile to him. The family is unintegrated because, for example, the mother spends most of the day away from home, giving little if any thought to the doings of the children, and the father, a heavy drinker, spends most of his leisure time in bars and cafes, ignoring his family...