Word: elfish
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Suddenly, an elfish, dirty-looking creature in a little cap hopped over the low wall grinning, saying "What's the problem?" He was either old, or very young. I couldn't tell. He had a two-day beard and reminded me of a fancy bum−rather elegant, but my fear...
...laziest man I ever met," joked Artur Rubinstein just a few days before he gave a marathon concert that included two piano concertos. On his 88th birthday, the last of the great romantics on or off the keyboard celebrated with his children and grandchildren and also gave an elfish performance for some 40 friends gathered to toast him in Manhattan. RCA presented him with a chocolate piano with 88 keys. Purring at the adulation, and twinkling much the way he must have in Paris when he was interrupted during Chopin's Nocturne in D by Countess Zamoyska, who suddenly...
...walked out of it with a $1,000,000 settlement. And if you still need convincing -- though perhaps this isn't playing fair -- just take a look at the guy. Notice the runty size, the duck waddle of a walk, the well-tinted hairdo sculpted to his face, the elfish upward twist of the eyebrows. It's as if this Battle had got its sexes mixed up. If this is the figurehead of sexism, the tough-skinned Tarzan of the hour, well then, things have changed...
...their own Dave Powers, sitting as big as life next to the President of the U.S. David Francis Powers, the boy from Charlestown, is officially listed as a White House staff assistant-but that is only half the story. In the informal, easygoing atmosphere of the Kennedy Administration, the elfish, ebullient Powers, 49, plays a unique role as John Kennedy's constant companion, morale builder, tension lifter and joke teller. One reason for his value is that even amid the glitter of the nation's capital, he still remains a son of Charlestown. Says Dave casually...
...retrospect, Authoress de Beauvoir is as critical of her extended adolescence as anybody could be. "We were like elves," she says, describing her and Sartre's lack of responsibility. In the end, a scrupulous, elfish self-examination is what she mainly has to offer...