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...uncompromised sympathy-grants Hemingway in abundance the personal virtues of charm, impulsive kindness, physical courage and even "grace under pressure"-if the pressure did not threaten him too directly. But long before his final crackup, Baker makes evident, Hemingway felt habitually threatened. The he-man swagger and the toothy grin camouflaged a soul less in the family of Jack London than of Edgar Allan Poe. Hemingway's life, like his writing, contained, in the words of Critic Edmund Wilson, "the undruggable consciousness of something wrong...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Ernest, Good and Bad | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

...through, however, went great. When Tommy shifted into reverse, the jeep nearly slid off the road, made a hell of a screech, and kicked up some dust. Tim looked at Eric and smiled; Eric returned with a big grin...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The World is a Big Box | 4/11/1969 | See Source »

...There's nothing like a Tommy grin.") and the loud vocal mannerisms of Texas (Where he grew up) infect his speech...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The Ghosts of New Hampshire | 4/10/1969 | See Source »

There was the usual run of Irish jokes and Polish jokes and Jewish jokes. But the star of the annual Circus Saints and Sinners show was a tall guy with a lopsided grin who told a few on himself. "In case you have forgotten, I'm the man who wound up a little more than 300,000 heartbeats from the presidency," quipped Senator Edmund Mus-Icie, the guest of honor. However, he pointed out, "There's only one thing lower than a defeated candidate for Vice President-and that's a successful one." Besides, "I have some...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Mar. 14, 1969 | 3/14/1969 | See Source »

...dead or dying. The curtains were drawn, and I waited for the wail of an ambulance, for surely Pop was in need of medical aid. But the sly possum suddenly jumped to his feet, not a mark on him, and strode into the dressing room with a sinister grin on his face, basking in the hatred of the fans and confident that next week would be a packed house. -"My Father the Thing," by Joe Jares Sports Illustrated (March...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Crushers Are Back in Town | 3/8/1969 | See Source »

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