Word: hates
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Brian, 50, responds with the unruffled self-assurance of a man who has managed to outstay most of his manifold detractors. His column, On the Air, has appeared in Hearst's New York Journal-American for 14 uninterrupted years. "I don't blame the people who hate my guts," says O'Brian. "I do have a capacity to cut very close to the bone, and these people must react. They can't very well blame themselves. So they blame...
...hair dryer at a beauty salon, she blanches, feeling her own anguish cruelly parodied in a chance conversation with a venomous, cast-off drudge. And her spectacular scenes with Finch, pitched against the din of a more or less anonymous army of progeny, are a litany of love, hate, lies, jealousy and excruciating domestic boredom...
...anti-Goldwaterites returned the heckling when Jack Molesworth, G.O.P. candidate for Rep. John W. McCormack's Congressional seat, held a pro-Gold-water rally afterwards. He attacked President Johnson's "appeasement" and "hypocrisy" and charged that "left-wing extremists sponsored this hate rally...
Along with his other desires, Joe wants Lorna Moon (Paula Wayne), the white mistress of his married fight manager. The love story fails, partly because lovers must be appealing as lovers, interracial or not. Joe, stung by the white world's slights, is full of hate, and no more winning than any other angry young angry. The girl is not a girl but a soiled and weary woman who admits that men have come and gone in her life "like traffic through a tunnel." Typical of the show's erratic focus is Joe's response when...
Whatever the passions, whatever the pressures, it is impossible for the stool-pigeon to be anything but loathsome. But dammit, I couldn't hate Carbone. He was too pitiable. Bill Seres--racing through his early speeches, throwing away the trivial lines in polished Strassberg style, and finally crying, with the whimper of his whole being for "respect"--suckered me into loving him. The secret hopes and anxieties locked within him, isolating him from his wife, from his fellow workers, were too human for me to resist. How could I bring myself to admit he deserved to die? I couldn...