Word: fitful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...news, he makes a hoary, oversimplified demand for what is impossible-"objectivity." But questions of journalistic fairness and variety or uniformity of opinion are valid issues for debate. The U.S. press, far from feeling intimidated, ought to welcome Agnew's challenge-and reply as vigorously as it sees fit. The result could make The Spiro Agnew Show and its successors (The Dean Burch Hour? The Ronald Reagan Review?) into a regular and fascinating TV series...
...Director Buñuel articulates his mouth little and his bones even less. As a result, actors and production staff are often forced to sift for themselves every mysterious movement. "He's old; he has his own way of working and his own discipline, and you have to fit into that discipline," says Deneuve. "You wake up in the morning knowing you're going to have to accept what he tells you to do without question; not with resignation but with confidence." Her confidence may have been bolstered by another of Buñuel's symbolic acts...
...Alex Inkeles a social psychologist whose appointment is in sociology-want sociology to break away from Soc Rel. He and others want a strong department which will be able to administer its own programs, attract its own faculty and graduate students, and work out interdisciplinary arrangements as it sees fit. Lukeles notes that branches of anthropology and psychology have always been autonomous departments, and he claims that the creation of a sociology department "would be, historically, truly a restoration rather than a secession...
...Fit for Fortune Cookies. Mencken's denudation of America's Sunday-go-to-meeting image was carried out with wit and a once admired prose style. Harold Ross of The New Yorker said that he was "the most enlightened man writing today." That praise now seems a shade inconsequential-as if a potentially great pianist had squandered his digital gifts as a pinball virtuoso. In truth, Mencken worked hard at his prose but had the autodidact's fatal fondness for the fancy word. As for the flowers of wit culled by Carl Bode, a professor of English...
...this D.C. bus, here I was, wearing a pair of jeans whose zipper was broken, as well as a jacket that didn't quite fit, and looking just as objectionable as I possibly could. Perhaps, after all, streetfighting was a pretty good deal-at least, it allowed for an indulgence that even the new politics couldn't accommodate...