Word: lording
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...this year should prove to be more effective and dependable than it was last season. It is not often that Feula has a relatively experienced center (Tom Weiss), a big tackle who is as quick as Bob Brooks the is a professional prospect), and two proven ends like Carter Lord and Joe Cook. The only unsure spot was right tackle, and there Chris Burns has been a diligent learner and competent performer...
...also was not eager to tangle with ten aggressive newspaper unions that had struck four times in the past five years and had helped kill five newspapers in that period. They are still resisting automation more relentlessly than any other unions in the U.S. Last week Britain's Lord Thomson, who owns nearly 50 papers in the U.S., admitted that he had been offered the dying WJT as a gift but had turned it down because of such "unreasonable union demands" as promotion by strict seniority in the editorial department...
Hitherto, Golding has preferred to present his characters almost as abstractions. Lord of the Flies was a laboratory demonstration of original sin taking place on a rather unreal island; The Two Deaths of Christopher Martin dealt with a mid-Atlantic castaway who seems to choose life with pain over easeful death, but is in fact already dead and in purgatory; The Spire set a drama of spirit and flesh in a remote time. The Pyramid represents no retreat from these tours de force, but Golding's command of fiction is now such that he can dress his tragedians...
...prophesy and say, Thus saith the Lord; Say, a sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished: it is sharpened to make a sore slaughter ... Slay utterly old and young, both maids and little children, and women...
...come dat 'plies, Nat? Figger a white man treat you right you gwine feel white-assed. Naw suh! Young Massah, old massah sweet-talk me, I jes' feel black-assed th'ough and th'ough. Figger when I gets to heaven like you say I is, do good Lord hisself even He gwine make old Hark feel black-assed, standin' befo' de golden throne. Dere He is, white as snow, givin' me a lot of sweet talk and me feelin' like a black-assed angel...