Word: galahading
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...novel was written last year or 50 years earlier. Wodehouse's stable of characters had bits and pieces added to them, but they never really developed or, indeed, aged by much more than an hour. Even their names suggested a Merrie England that never was-Gussie Fink-Nottle, Galahad Threepwood, Boko Fittleworth. The ethic that pervaded all the books and novels was Wodehouse's own: the schoolboy's code carried on into adult life. Fun and pranks are virtually demanded, but one must never be disloyal or let the team down. Jeeves can be seen...
...cult flourished while he lived. Now it has been strengthened by his death. Bruce Lee, the Galahad of the Orient, died last year at age 32, having made a string of Kung Fu epics on the cheap in Hong Kong. At first, the Lee movies were intended for local consumption only. But a few found their way to the U.S., a TV series called Kung Fu caught on, and the martial-arts imports have grossed some $12 million at U.S. box offices...
...passion in his every word. A bundle of fresh caricatures, Smitty can sound like a disgruntled Confederate general, or like William Loeb, the publisher of the Manchester Union Leader who expresses his most exquisite right-wing rage in capital letters. A gossip columnist, a backroom politician, a muckraking Galahad of journalism -- he conjures up images of a fierce American brashness that are endearing and real. Also, and less successfully, he is an echo of a literary past, a Hemingway, a Hawthorne, a Melville, a Twain. This whole side of the book, from the first sentence ("Call me Smitty...
...Long Goodbye if you have fond and entrenched memories of the Raymond Chandler crime novel. Director Robert Altman has thrown out three-quarters of Chandler's plot, as well as detective Philip Marlowe's hard-boiled mystique--his pithy talk and polish, and his Sir Galahad morality. Altman's film is basically a wallow in the atmosphere of Los Angeles today. Altman's virtues are a good eye and some talent with actors, as well as a healthy distaste for the Hollywood culture which surrounds him. But his flaws are fatal: he doesn't know what makes a plot hold...
...when a woman entered, cheering, pounding silverware, jeering or bellowing. I remember being a one-girl exhibition in a Hum 8 section of 25: the sectionman would spend 40 out of 50 minutes making wisecracks about football, and then he would catch himself mid-sentence and bow like Sir Galahad before me inquiring, "And Madamoiselle, how goes the fashion world, pray?" This was the same attitude that insisted on parietals through 1969, that kicked us out of Yard dorms at 7p.m., and politely sent the cops after the delinquent few of us who failed to check...