Word: isn
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Isn't it about time that you put a stop to the . . . odoriferous flatulence of the monomaniacal person who does your purported music criticism? It does not seem just and fair to permit a crank to vent this malignity time after time, especially concerning a subject which does not allow levity. Sarcasm, or the caprice of an ignorant and petulant fool. If your paper is governed by principles of decency and good writing, certainly there is no room for the sort of thing that we find in the most recent Music...
...book critic's wonderful and incomplete saga of Angela and Carrie Chapman Katz. . . . We long to know more about Angela and her daughter . . . their lives previous to the universal demolition, a chronicle we hope will be salted with plenty of the gifted ladies' ideas and conversation. It isn't fair to give us just this tasty hors d'oeuvre. More! More...
...tell you about the humor on the air last Sunday night. Jack Benny hired an English butler, whom nobody could understand. Isn't that funny? . . . Charlie McCarthy and Margaret O'Brien visited Santa Claus and were chased back to earth by an atom-run train. . . . This is how it goes on Danny Kaye's show, week after week: 'My sister married an Irishman.' . . . 'Oh, really?' . . . 'No. O'Reilly.' ". . . Mrs. Anthony, what is the easiest way to smash a radio...
...There isn't much time. . . . Don't, I implore you, sink too deep, too far, into that famous English privacy. . . . Fleet the time carelessly [in] your slippers and armchair . . . go off with the girl and enjoy the loneliest possible holiday. . . . But when you come back, be a real citizen and not a hermit in a bungalow. . . . Remember that we are in history and are not merely watching it stream past. . . . I declare to you that I would rather see this whole island turned inside out and upside down every ten years, with whole cities pulled down and rebuilt...
...common denominator of man"; "When he goes to sleep, it is like . . . Aphrodite ascending"; "He has returned to the womb bearing great gifts." A surrealist mingles caution with admiration: "To Henry Miller. . . . Don't let the amphibious wife strangle you with a nightgown. It isn't decent with an orange...