Word: drunk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...they could not be in prose, as when a beautiful girl Bloom ogles on a beach stands and limps off with heartbreaking awkwardness. A row of sandwich men, at another point, file down the street, each wearing one letter of some product's name. The last of them, looking drunk, lags behind, and with him the apostrophe-s that completed the name. The image is hilarious and it would not be excessive to call it an example of Joyce's bemused fascination with philology, his self-consciousness about language, which his own medium could not always represent so strikingly. Likewise...
Pearl Buck's outlook owes more to experience than art. The eldest daughter of missionaries in China, she watched her "God-drunk" father ignore his wife and deprive his children in the name of the Lord, and worse, saw her mother's love for her father turn to silent hatred. In her autobiographical novel The Time Is Noon, written over 25 years ago but unpublished until now, it is business as usual in the hard-labor camp by the hearth. The setting is not the Anhwei of The Good Earth but a village in Pennsylvania. The young heroine...
Puntila is a wealthy Finnish landowner and a totally different man when drunk than when sober. When drunk, he is generous, kindly, amorous, democratic and the soul of good fellowship. When sober, he is mean, arrogant, priggish and smoldering with hatred for his fellow man. Puntila sober, as Brecht sees it, is a class-conditioned animal. Puntila drunk is Rousseau's child of instinctive natural goodness. Some richly comic scenes pivot on this personality split. Puntila sober wouldn't dream of fraternizing with his chauffeur Matti; Puntila drunk begs Matti to marry his daughter. Puntila drunk gets engaged...
...generations ago, was hardly more than a storybook land ruled by the Danes-a seafarer's outpost cut adrift from the rest of civilization. Dandelions and buttercups grew on the turf roofs of cottages. Even hens' eggs tasted of fish. The people seemed dour, except when drunk on words or alcohol, and the only way that one could effectively insult a native was to call him a Dane...
...Night watchmen, bands from the Boston Tea Party, show people, folksingers, Irish drunk singers, drunken clubbies who slobber around, even prostitutes...