Word: goat
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...John Bagot Glubb ("Glubb Pasha"), also imposed an ever-increasing degree of internal order, forbidding the gazu and destroying the tribes' stockpiles of arms. Civilization, in the shape of the road and the automobile, ended the demand for camels and forced the nomads to fold up their goat-hair tents and drift into towns and villages. Today the Beni Sakhr prosper by dealing in real estate and farming 100,000 acres of land planted in grains...
Mailer's easy verbal facility made listening to him hard work: required a mental mountain goat to jump from this theoretical jut to that craggy intellectual ledge. Styron was easier listening: he told you anecdotes in the familiar idioms of home, and you could rest during his pauses for verbal regroupings: he had the virtue of relaxing you more-though when you reached your bed it likely would be Mailer's words that nagged and clanged and rumbled hotly through your mind. Had Heaven planted them as religious saplings, Mailer might have grown into Elmer Gantry or have taken...
...drily called "much earlier speculations concerning the nature of the moon." Geophysicists Edward Schreiber and Orson L. Anderson carefully compared the sound-conducting properties of two lunar rocks with those of a wide assortment of cheeses. The result: Wisconsin muenster conveyed sound slightly faster than one moon rock; Norwegian goat cheese responded almost precisely like the other rock...
...obsessed boudoir-supremacist womanizing his way to damnation, but as a supranatural embodiment of alienated man, offered up as an atoning sacrifice. This quasi-religious element is pointed up by a Prologue-Epilogue that frames Moliere's play-a blackish Mass wherein sinister, cowled figures sacrifice a goat. The animal's corpse on the altar diminishes by bloody stages throughout the action, as Don Juan moves on to his own final holocaust in a cataclysm of light and,, sound...
...unofficial mayor of Rome's Via Veneto is Lionel Stander, a growling, grimacing, profane old lion with the plumage of a peacock and the unabashed appetites of a goat. As he fanfaronades along, groups of young Roman cognoscenti crowd round him and cry "Ciao, Lionello!" As he gleefully claims, "Some of the best-looking broads in Rome call me and ask 'Can I come sleep with you, baby...