Word: gargantuas
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...grinning Gargantua in sweat-pants quietly masturbates stage left. One little lady dangles a rope of drool from her lips, and shrieks and snickers. A squat hirsute thing (female) who looks like a drowned foetus whaps her head against the uprights of what used to be the vice-ridden Hotel Touraine's gaudy ballroom...
...common man am I!" crowed Novelist Theodore Dreiser. Indeed he was not. He stood 6 ft. 1 and looked like a gangling Gargantua: lowering brows, a cast in one eye, rubbery sprawling lips, and a slide-away chin. Women fell all over him, and he returned the compliment. He attacked them in private, pawed them in public, on occasion bedded as many as three a day. He was a braggart, a plagiarist, a liar and a bully. He threw coffee in Publisher Horace Liveright's face and once challenged Sinclair Lewis to a duel. Maudlin music made him teary...
...delight, one day he was assigned to sketch the circus. Barnum & Bailey was so pleased that it gave him a free entrance pass. He followed the American artists' trail to Paris, where he made his own toy circus in which he sat performing like some child Gargantua for such luminaries as Fernand Leger, Joan Miro, and Jean Cocteau...
...against the pastel countryside. Marveled the art critic of Paris' prestigious Le Monde: "Is this not America, embodied by an armament so firm and yet so open?" Calder's neighbors also approve of his activities. The Touraine, they recall proudly, was the spawning ground of Rabelais' Gargantua, "the giant son of a giant." With Calder in their midst, it seems almost like old times...
...considered discriminatory to call them by that name any longer, and the placards that identify them are like something out of a natural history museum. Gone is the little house that caught on fire; gone are the Living Statues; gone is the calliope; gone is Emmett Kelly, Gargantua, and Jo Jo, the Dog-Faced Boy. But gone, most of all, is the innocent wonderment of the pretelevision era-the squeals of delicious terror, the yelps of helpless laughter-that used to rock the Big Top before Howdy-Doody came on the scene...