Word: habited
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...break your excellent habit of nominating a well-known person and put a world-forgotten person like me on your cover? It is not because I am interesting, but I have the idea it will be an attraction if you nominate an unknown world citizen who has had, until now, bad luck. I am Dutch, 51 years of age, of French descent...
...Unpopular Side. Like Socrates, Koestler is a man with the disconcerting habit of following arguments where they lead. This latest collection of his essays (more notable: The Yogi and the Commissar} reveals that Koestler is still looking for an adjudicator in the long debate in which, as in The Right to Say No, he habitually takes the con. People pro-any-thing get short shrift from Con-Man Koestler. Yet Americans should find themselves stimulated by this tough controversialist. Some examples of Koestler's talent for taking the unpopular side of an argument: ¶ In Judah...
...points where the belligerents faced each other when one of them cried quits. The Reds said it should be the 38th parallel, which would have given them territory for which the Allies had paid in blood. And thus, a man who had nothing but an Annapolis education, the habit of command, and all the power of the United Nations, confronted men who had nothing but a million defeated men and Marxism...
Such success at the track sharpened Butcher Auteroche's appetite for live horseflesh. Last month he spotted another likely winner: a neurotic chestnut trotter named Fabliau, given to temper tantrums and the quaint habit of kicking his racing rig to pieces. After paying 80,000 francs for the horse, Auteroche spared him from the butcher's pistol, had him gelded instead. "The operation," he says proudly, "was a complete success. Fabliau is now so gentle he's a household pet. For company we've let him have a cow as a stable mate. I think...
Simone Signoret has had enough. She flees, and Vera fatalistically awaits her end, aided only by stubble-bearded Charles Vanel, an ambiguous private detective with the disconcerting habit of turning up in her bedroom at midnight to report his progress. The terrors mount to the satisfying crescendo of a Gothic nightmare as Vera, haunted by predawn whispers, creakings and rustlings, retreats to her own bathroom, finds the tub filled with water and containing the staring body of her drowned husband. She dies of heart failure, and Director Clouzot brings his masterly thriller to a shocker of a conclusion that...