Word: forelocked
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...deaf to Jones' urgings that it resume cartoon production. Indeed, Warner's has burned its original cartoon art to make storage space and has sold off the TV rights to the characters at a cheap rate. Jones, at 61 a gentle, whimsical figure with a Carl Sandburg forelock, is far from hard up. Father of a daughter, grandfather of three, he shuttles between his Hollywood offices and a home in the Burbank hills and weekends at a house overlooking the Pacific, which he shares with Dorothy, his wife for 35 years. But he longs to return...
...when Hitler seemed to most of the world a mildly ominous crank, Armstrong interviewed him at the Berlin Chancellery. He had "nice, wide-open eyes," a large nose and an "insignificant appearance." His forelock flapping over his eye, Hitler delivered a strange monologue about Germany's need to rearm, and then at the door told Armstrong he had enjoyed "our animated talk." Armstrong soon produced a short, foreboding book called Hitler's Reich-The First Phase, warning accurately of what was to come. Later, he visited Mussolini in Rome. Asked to assess his fellow dictator to the north...
...Mikoyan, muttering, "I'm finished. I trust no one, not even myself." On another occasion, he forgot Bulganin's name. At his last New Year's celebration, a drunken Stalin ordered his daughter Svetlana to dance in front of the guests. "Stalin grabbed her by the forelock with his fist and pulled. I could see her face turning red and tears welling up in her eyes. He pulled harder and dragged her back onto the dance floor...
...Suddenly, a lecturer appears. He wears a coat. As he sheds the coat, he reveals to the audience that he is performing the eternal theatrical ritual, dropping the mask, assuming the myth, becoming the man. He pulls out a bandana and ties it around his neck. He gives his forelock a forward tug. Bowed of leg, lariat twirling, stetson arched back over his forehead and shy grin. It is Will Rogers...
...thesis of this protest-placard of a book is that the time has come for man to stop tugging his forelock before the nonexistent authorities of the universe and openly admit that he will not settle for anything less than divine everlasting life...