Word: livid
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...landscapes, the portrait had the hot, bright colors of the Riviera, where he lives much of the year. His landscapes, more than halfway abstract, showed things like grasshoppers hopping into scarlet immensities and bushes brandishing their thorns at green skies. The portrait was equally harsh. Posed against a livid yellow background, Maugham sat with folded arms beneath a fringe of tropical palms. His jut-jawed old face seemed to betray a struggle between pain and hauteur...
...door, his sea-chest following behind him in a handbarrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail jailing over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails; and the saber cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards...
...Major Harold H. Wood-known to his crewmates as "Lemon Bar" because of his success at officers'-club slot machines-twirled the knobs on his bombsight, tried to line up the target ship Nevada with the cross hairs of his eyepiece. Topside, the Nevada had been painted a livid orange, striped with white. She wore her campaign ribbons painted on big boards-among them the Purple Heart with two stars (one hit at Pearl Harbor, two at Okinawa...
Georgia's ordinarily quiet Walter F. George stood, livid with rage, to cry: "If that is all that Harry Truman has to offer, God help the Democratic Party in 1946 and 1948!" Boiling at the idea of giving a Negro a white man's wage, Southern Senators planned a filibuster which would tie up all other legislation for weeks-or months...
...that no family journalist should use. Just after one of his papers had guttersniped a dashing engineer named Clito Bockel, Chateaubriand found himself toasting an air force officer at an Aero Club plane christening. The officer responded, "I am Clito Bockel's brother," and knocked the publisher down. Livid with passion, Chateaubriand drew his pistol and, with indifferent aim grazed Bockel's cheek, shot his chief editorial writer...