Word: egomanias
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...Worldly Eye. What kept this epic Greek from sailing off into the outer reaches of egomania was his sense of the concrete. His admiration for grand designs of the spirit was tempered, as the letters show, by a fine sensuous eye. "Imagine slender, tall Chinese women like snakes erected upright," he reported during his first visit to Singapore. "Never did the human body look so like a sword. And through the dresses slit open at the sides, at each step, the yellow blade of the leg glistens-slender, strong, irresistible-right up to the pelvis...
...more intricately patterned. But King, Queen, Knave is tricky enough-the ap-pearance-and-reality theme as applied to the eternal love triangle. In Nabokov's idiosyncratic geometry, all three angles are obtuse: Kurt Dreyer, fiftyish, owner of a prosperous department store, is suffused with a jocular egomania; Martha, his 34-year-old wife, beautiful and sybaritic, is dimmed by compulsively romantic restlessness and anticipation; Franz, Dreyer's youthful nephew and employee, is a myopic, precariously balanced bumpkin...
Died. Damon Runyon Jr., 49, journeyman journalist (recently city editor of Washington's weekly Examiner), who labored in the shadow cast by his famous father, in 1954 wrote a bitter memoir (Father's Footsteps) about Damon Sr.'s destructive egomania; by his own hand (he leaped from a bridge); in Washington...
...town house cops a packet; the hostess goes with it, and so does Priscilla Tolland. In fact, a head count shows that six previous survivors of the Powell epic are killed off in this novel. In Powell's war, only the rotters flourish-notably Kenneth Widmerpool, whose humorless egomania and bounderish one-upmanship have won him critical status as one of the great comic creations of modern English fiction. He is now on the make as a staff major, a virtuoso of bumf, and he chews poor Jenkins' ear in a war of total paper...
Florenz Ziegfeld. He entertained like an emperor, and required guests and family alike to rise when he entered the room. He was a dropper of names and a picker of brains whom a friend once proposed for the egomania championship of the world. Somewhat muffled in this irritatingly bland and overextended biography by The New Yorker's E. J. Kahn Jr. (The Big Drink; A Reporter Here and There], the late Herbert Bayard Swope nevertheless emerges as a personality of extravagant proportions...