Word: elizabethan
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...Order and Chaos. "Elizabethan is a foreign language to them," says Epis copal Priest Walter Smith of Atlanta, speaking of couples who want to re write the service in their own phrase ology. Dr. B. Davie Napier, dean of the chapel at Stanford University, ad mits that he has become "increasingly uneasy with a ceremony that doesn't speak to us now." In one recent wedding ceremony performed by Dean Napier, the bridegroom vowed to take his wife "for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, in war and in peace, in order...
...much quicker." On Fielding's recommendation, Mrs. Mills shopped at Liberty's for a tweed suit, at Marks & Spencer for sweaters and lingerie, at Harrods for a 220-volt adapter for their traveling steam iron?"He says you can get anything at Harrods." They ate dinner at the Elizabethan Room of the Gore Hotel ("The zaniest meal in London," promises Fielding, with "waitresses who may be pinched at will"). They found it "excellent, and just as he said. A one-time experience. We agreed with him that you wouldn't want to return every day of the week...
...turf. An ex-con father figure who has gone straight (Walter Jones) warns Johnny that he has contracted "Charley fever" -that is, trying to beat the white man at his own game. The fever inevitably proves fatal, and finally the stage is as loaded with corpses as the bloodiest Elizabethan tragedy...
...word among themselves. I read it in books, too, usually the kind we bought at the bus station. I heard later that even Presidents use it. That was okay, though, because it was still the coveted property of all us men. Men have used "fuck" at least since Elizabethan times, passing it from mouth to mouth through the generations as the last word in verbal virility. So what if a woman or prude challenged one's masculinity? A man could always take refuge in "fuck...
What distinguishes the novels of Anthony Burgess is the Elizabethan prodigality of creation. Plots, passions and persons hatch in his brooding skull, and it is a matter of wonder only that he has brought so many gaudy fictional chickens home to roost. It seems almost too much that Burgess should also be so good a critic, because the cliché of legend demands that a critic, however good, is by nature a failed creator...