Word: hogs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...exclaimed during the 1912 election. "Three nice men Teddy, Woodrow & Bill $ame $ame $ame." But that didn't stop him from greeting Wilson as the savior of the proletariat the world over, the man who was going to maintain old-fashioned American democratic ideals and smash "the Hohenzollern Hog". That most first-hand observers of the war saw in it few old-fashioned American ideals, and certainly little salvation for the proletariat the world over--just a lot of carnage and death and maybe some profits--didn't matter. All Ives's energy, all his critical will and assertive independence...
...know that big dog 'o yours and the little one with mange been gettin into my hog traps. Last time they was in there for days when...
...people had collected for the big feast, and Rick Stacy was slowly basting the ribs with barbeque sauce, not concentrating on anything in particular. There were 27 pounds of ribs to be gone through that night, and Mike the four foot tall Great Dane decided he would avoid the hog traps that night and hang around the rib fire where he occupied himself scratching hard, trying to fit parts of his body against a bush which shook like a storm all night...
...between them an immense repertory of malice, of silences and nuance. And surely, as in this play's descendant, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, the couple would know precisely where to strike to draw blood. As it is, Alice simply calls Edward a "miserable old wart hog" and a "fiend," as if she had long since despaired of finding anything more imaginative to say. The Dance, at last, is little more than a gray and rather disagreeable marathon...
Fordham Freshman. Mostel shambles and capers and preens through Bloom's transformations-a Circe's hog, transvestite, martyr, hero of the people-with an air of dignified amazement. However, this is a muted Mostel, and somehow he is not enough. Whether the problem lies in trying to capture Joyce onstage or in Burgess Meredith's direction, there are long moments of curious lifelessness, a kind of listless anarchy, the stage business often as flyaway as the Joycean allusions...