Word: grovelings
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...great majority of us are required to live a life of constant, systematic duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected, if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, if you grovel before what you dislike and rejoice at what brings you nothing but misfortune. --Dr. Zhivago...
...some obscure "rocky place," Sir--the embodiment of England's insensitive aristocracy--and his servant Cocky--the embodiment of England's righteous lower class--imagine their own metaphysical stage and act out society's cruelties in The Game. As Sir arbitrarily changes the rules, forcing Cocky to grovel for a loaf of bread, Greasepaint seems like a Romper Room production of some absurdist play. For the entire first act, The Game follows its repetitive course with Sir betraying poor, dim-witted Cocky's confidence again and again...
...whole set is lovingly produced by Alex Chilton, merely the mastermind behind the Boxtops. The Cramps returned to Memphis, Tenn.--where they recorded their Gravest Hits E.P. in 1977--to grovel in their roots. The whole affair is a uniquely American celebration. The Cramps remind us once and for all where and how it all began. Not even the merest whiff of British influence finds its way onto this album. Good riddance. Maybe once the Cramps get through destroying rock's conventions from the ground up we'll really have something to howl about...
Extra sweat couldn't buy some things. "If you want the air time, you have to pay the bill to NBC, and that's it," Orren moaned. But here, too, necessity mothered effort if not invention. "When you're rich and fat, sometimes you don't really grovel.... We became far more tenacious about unpaid media," Orren, who will teach on the press and politics next year, said...
...accounts of their traumatized childhoods. Works belonging to this "coming to terms with my past" genre--Marilyn French's The Women's Room, Christine Crawford's Mommie Dearest, and Nancy Friday's My Mother/Myself, are ghastly examples--are more motivated by bitterness than any sense of liberation as they grovel self-indulgently in memory's sludge and heap almost exclusive blame on mother for singlehandedly engineering their adult misfortunes...