Word: enjoys
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Indeed Mr. Fuller has reinvented all the appurtenances of worksday life. The only thing left for him now, is the discovery of that elixir, by which man can double his span--so that he may satisfactorily enjoy the inevitable Millenium...
...does not enjoy being Mayor any more, so he has not made up his mind about accepting renomination. Run for Governor? Not on a bet! Senator? Ah! (Here his twisted smile)-there is a nice job. But New York already has two Democratic Senators firmly embedded in their red-leather chairs at Washington. He has business offers (here his feline pacing), plenty of them. William Randolph Hearst wants him to write a syndicated daily article in the manner of Will Rogers. Though a late riser and no outdoor sportsman, he is ready to endorse anything from alarm clocks to golf...
...were snowbound for several weeks in a one-room cabin on the Siberian steppes. But in the theatre only one thing would be likely to happen-after both men had been seized with an overwhelming urge for the maiden, one of them would prove a cad, the other would enjoy the cabin as a quasi-nuptial chamber. All this is true of The First Law. Since it was written by Dmitry Schlegov, a Soviet Russian, the British fiance is the cad. He is removed by the Bolshevik in a tussle over a hatchet. The problem is then posed...
...come to him by accident, and was ignored; the East was in his blood, and ordered all his goings. Yet, as a grave man of the East might, he had his festivities, and could on occasion be gay. Among a few friends he could tell a capital story and enjoy a well-cooked dish. But his ordinary fare was meagre in the extreme. For one of his heartier meals he would cut a piece of meat into bits and roast it on a spit, as Homer's people roasted theirs. "Why not use a gridiron?" I once asked...
...afternoon last autumn, His Holiness was preparing to enjoy a carriage ride around the spacious Vatican gardens. An open barouche and a pair of glossy spanking Irish steeds waited at the portico of St. Damasus Courtyard. Suddenly the mettlesome beasts became frightened. They shied, snorted, whinnied, plunged. Finally they "ran away" in a mad dash around the high-walled garden...