Word: husked
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...women and jolly slaves. Romantic hyperbole was commonplace. Wrote Poet Sydney Lanier to his wife after 9½ years of marriage: "My heart's Heartsease, My sweet Too-sweet, if I could wrap thee in a calyx of tender words still would they seem but like the prickly husk in respect of thee, thou Rose, within." Southerners spun elaborate apologias for slavery. George Fitzhugh, a Virginia lawyer, urged in Cannibals All! and Sociology for the South the enslavement of whites as well as Negroes for the good of civilization. "We conclude." he wrote, reworking Jefferson, "that...
...round desk-table. Rimmed around it are neatly dressed staffmen, their mouths at the ready in case R.M. says something that calls for a quick laugh. R.M. tilts back in his chair, scoops up some peanuts from a silver bowl, drops a few into his mouth, brushes a husk from his tie, and jerks a thumb toward a sign on the wall that reads "777 Days Until Opening." Says R.M.: "That's no joke. We'll be open and we'll be ready." The smiling assistants compete mildly for the first affirmative. R.M. reaches for more peanuts...
...Husk & Ash. With all the trials that camping brings-even with all its absurd concessions to civilized living-the one overwhelming fact about it is that the great mountains and forests of the U.S. are such indestructible marvels, and so mysteriously instructive to man's nature, that even the most unabashed dude and his togetherness-mad neighbor in the sprawl of Tent City return from a camping trip stronger for their experience...
...miles to the foot of a snow-splotched mountain on the western shore, hacked out the underbrush, laid down a floor of pine boughs, and put up their tent. By nightfall they had a campfire blazing (disdaining such backyard aids as starter fuel), and ate corn roasted in the husk, ash-baked potatoes, hamburgers, cold beer (iced in the lake) and hot coffee...
...Antiquarian Thrill. Many a parody ends as a work of art in its own right, its original forgotten; the brilliant parasite fly emerges from the husk of its host. As "an antiquarian thrill," Macdonald offers the reader the original pious rhymes upon which Lewis Carroll based his verses in Alice in Wonderland. Demonstrating some sparkling footnotework, Macdonald has ranged the whole wide field of self-declared parody. He starts with Chaucer (only students of Mid. Eng. Lit. will get much of this one) and winds up with the latest chic spoof of Truman Capote based on a New York Times...