Word: genteel
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...past when presidential nominees, untested in the primaries, would be named in smoke-filled rooms by political bosses." Thus Rockefeller's tabernacle of unity becomes Nixon's den of iniquity. They have each promised to support the other in the general election, but until the convention the genteel barbs will be there. While renewing his pledge to Nixon, for instance, Rockefeller took a dig at his weakness: "The party has got to make up its mind on who has a real chance of getting the votes of independents and Democrats...
...Managing Editor Rosenthal, backed by Publisher Arthur Ochs ("Punch") Sulzberger, decided to send Greenfield to Washington to replace Wicker (who would have kept his column). The bureau again objected, but after six weeks of inconclusive discussions, New York decided to go ahead with the move anyway. The result was genteel mutiny...
...than any other picture I've seen; we share with the characters the memory of scenes as if they had occurred 15 years before. Our sense of history is reinforced by the obvious visual deterioration from peace to war, and far more so by the well-observed contrast between genteel ante-bellum wealth and bourgeois Reconstruction opulence...
...truth,' 'charisma,' 'existential' (used seriously), 'dialogue' (as applied to political talks between nations) and 'vocabulary' (as applied to a dauber). Listing in one breath Auschwitz, Hiroshima and Viet Nam is seditious poshlost. Belonging to a very select club (which sports one Jewish name, that of the treasurer) is genteel poshlost. Hack reviews are frequently poshlost, that is simple, but it also lurks in certain highbrow essays. Poshlost calls Mr. Blank a great poet, and Mr. Bluff a great novelist. One of poshlost's favorite breeding places has always been the Art Exhibition; there it is produced by so-called sculptors...
What raises Gallo's girls above the level of genteel pornography is clearly visible at the moment in Manhattan's Graham Gallery. There sit, stand or recline ten of them, all in various voluptuous poses and assorted stages of undress. One, clad in a tank suit with a number "3" on its belly, perches on a revolving turnstile. Another, in what may or may not be a bikini top, cuddles on a brown floor rug. Still another, falling out of her low-necked dress, lounges against a lavishly embroidered sofa. The skin of each has the alabaster transparency...