Word: fungoides
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...tastiest of all, was coming to its peak in Mesick, Mich. (pop. 373), which calls itself "the Mushroom Capital" and counts among its landmarks the Mushroom Cap Motel and the Mush-Room Bar; despite heavy rain, a 30-minute parade swept Miss Mesick Mushroom and her court to fungoid fame...
...Providence, R.I. As I moved through the maze of twisting, whisper-haunted streets, I realized that I seemed to be inexplicably pulled to a preordained destination-the Swan Point Cemetery. There I was drawn in particular to one granite tomb, on which the human eye could discern under the fungoid moon these chiseled letters...
...Whiteley stop there. Above his self-portrait erupt five flat thought balloons, containing a photo of a nude torso, a tube of oozing white oil paint, a fungoid dream landscape with a bit of highway, a montage of Hitler in a motorcade emoting into a zebra-striped speech bubble-and a question mark. The whole is obviously meant to depict the varied factors that Whiteley believes shaped his artistic sensibility; the balloons are also signs pointing to Whiteley's belief that life is a journey to be traveled and that it is dominated by the demonic force of history...
...attribute the tedium of the opening Suite solely to Bach would be unjust. The technical incompetence of the soloist, Miss Alice Kogan, a junior at Brandeis, and the fungoid dullness of the orchestral accompaniment are at least as much to blame. Because Miss Kogan persisted in breathing several times during each phrase with more than two notes, she fell behind the orchestra repeatedly. In the sections of episodic (i.e., filler) material which called for nonchalant technical display, her runs, arpeggios, and jumps simply lacked the facility to keep up with the orchestra...
...dust-jacket exegesis to tell him that this is the work of a brilliant boy. Durrell raises up laments to the bleakness of life, bathes in scorn and sorrow the wretched creatures who must live it, sets down prose odes to the godawfulness of England. The outlook is determinedly fungoid, yet the tone is perversely gleeful. The author is gloriously drunk with sex, sin, scorn, youth and his own deflowering genius...