Word: egotistic
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...quotes. She denies it. But she does take a few liberties. 'I transcribe the whole interview,' she says, 'then I make it into what I print in the same way that a movie director makes a film-eliminating and cutting and splicing ... Of course I'm an actress, an egotist. The story is good when I put myself in.' Even the Spanish matador El Cordobes admitted that she frightened him as much as an angry bull. 'Why?' she asked. 'Because you use words like the horns of a bull.'" Read more at timearchive.com...
...makes some apologetic qualifier that gets her pretty mouth into even bigger trouble. Of course, this Sarah Silverman is a stage persona, a one-shtick pony that could grate if not for her zazz and nervy aplomb. "I don't care if you think I'm racist," her alter egotist says defiantly. "I just want you to think I'm thin...
...Schertzinger for The Fleet's In, sounds for most of its length like a standard number about an elusive goddess. The codas: "Yes, she has them all on the run, / But her heart belongs to just one. / Her heart belongs to Tangerine." It's a love song to an egotist...
Bernard Berkman is an uncertain egotist. The author of several novels that beguiled the literati once upon a time, he now has no agent--so he feels he has to promote himself, even to his own family. (He refers to Kafka as "one of my predecessors.") The rest of his life is getting away from him too. His tennis game isn't what it used to be. His wife, restless in his shadow, has turned to writing and got a story in the New Yorker. She has also called off their marriage, leaving their two sons shuffling back and forth...
...literary icon Field once cryptically defined as a "Russian-American writer of our time and of his own reality" is now called a "great Russian-American Narcissus." Late novels such as Ada and Look at the Harlequins! are seen as works of a "garden-variety egotist." Both books have their share of self-indulgence and preening; neither approaches the level of masterpieces like Lolita and Pale Fire, the last word on the mad pursuit of biographical reality. But viewed against the body of Nabokov's fiction, the narcissist label seems inadequate, a bit trendy and more than a little disingenuous...