Word: forgot
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...would much later, and inelegantly, be termed the identity crisis. Except that, for Wilde, there was no crisis. The pampered, brilliant youth from Dublin set out to make his fortune by inspired conversation and the constant reshaping of himself. "My Irish accent was one of the many things I forgot at Oxford," he noted, characteristically telling the truth and a joke at the same moment...
...contrast continues to be obvious in He Got Hungry and Forgot His Manners, a novel that mugs New York while the city is still woozy from Wolfe's best-selling The Bonfire of the Vanities. Typically, Breslin is less concerned with the refinements of structure than with the shock effects of tabloid anecdote and an outraged moral tone. On the city's welfare system, for example: "The Poor are the most important people in New York, for their social welfare billions blow through the air for all the well-off to grab; where are the rich supposed to get their...
...York against sexual activity not sanctioned by Holy Mother Church. Father D'Arcy is accompanied by Great Big, a 7-ft. African with a craving for potato chips but not much to say. Great Big is, however, credited with the novel's title line ("I got hungry and forgot my manners"), which is Breslin's blunt way of making the historical point that people who do not have enough to eat are not concerned about which fork to use on the fish...
Maybe Yale was still suffering from the indignity of falling to Dartmouth, 2-1, the previous night. Maybe the rink operator forgot to turn the thermostat up to its usual 150 degrees. Whatever the reason, the Elis plodded and the Crimson soared to a 7-2 victory, its first at The Whale in 10 years...
...once I entered the theater, I forgot all this. Ticket clenched in my hand as I poked it out at the usher, I felt the once-familiar tremor of seeing a show. Beneath the domed murals of the main hall, people sipped champagne from slender glasses, and children were seen--not heard. Grandmothers' wrinkled hands locked with their grandchildren's small, pink fingers. Inside the theater was the matinee atmosphere I associated with The Nutcracker. Adults called across seats to one another, and children skipped up and down the aisles in a rush of anticipation...