Word: fond
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...epitomized characterization of himself at the close is: "Mr. Stewart is unmarried and very near-sighted. He is fond of Beethoven, Scotch, and Max Beerbohm...
...Senator is fond of the Scriptures, devoted to the Holy Writ; and let me say to him he reminds me of a passage, as I consider him in connection with his minority criticisms: 'Deal gently, for my sake, with the young man Absalom...
...marry Again sounds like one of those pulpy domestic morals with which the jaded directors are so fond of fabling. That is just what it is. The message is a domestic warning to males. Confide in your wife, it counsels. Tell her all your troubles and your problems. Tell her a joke now and then. All this is demonstrated through the medium of a cabaret girl who married an earnest youth and got on amiably with him despite her inconspicuous beginnings. Another, more propitious, marriage in the picture crumbled because the principals were partners but not companions. Doris Kenyon helps...
Nature: In appearance, Mr. Howells was chubbily Lloyd Georgian; carefully barbered, however, smooth-browed and with an honest mouth. In the autobiographical works, Mr. Firkins finds that he was athletic only in boyhood, a nonsmoker, fearful of dogs yet fond of them, as fond of birds as Spencer and Stevenson, partial to public spectacles, keen of nose, "respectful" toward dress; that "he observed the habit while he deplored the custom" of giving tips; that his visits to churches "commonly involved the Baedeker rather than the Prayerbook. . . . He distrusted Eddyism [Christian Science] . . . recoiled from what seemed to him tasteless and tawdry...
...Elsie were friends. She loved Elsie better than her mother. That was the way of it; no explanation. Upstairs there were scenes; downstairs there were bubblings; in my lady's chamber there was bitterness of heart, all because a spoiled and lonely child was untowardly fond of a buman being who made the bread. Little Eva went to bed with a temperature. Elsie, ashamed somehow, offered to give notice. Then said Mrs. Raste, that admirable woman, knowing herself beaten, conceding that love is power: "Then you want to make it still more difficult for me. Do you want to kill...