Word: minded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Dumb Questions. As Vice President, Nixon once said: "Baseball is a di version that both stimulates and clears the mind." Yet his interest in the arena does not fade when the World Series ends. He likes hockey, and is the kind of fan who practically joins in from his seat. "When he watches a hockey game, he participates as an extrovert would," says Irving Felt, chairman of Madison Square Garden. "Some of the wildest reactions come from people who are not outgoing by nature. Nixon is spontaneous...
...take the Ibos as enemies, we are enemies of evil. Anybody who is the embodiment of evil, of course, will be an enemy. This man [Ojukwu], fighting total war with Nigeria, is a typical Hitler, and he will fight with everything he has in hand. He does not mind killing, eliminating, destroying anything to achieve...
Congealed Grin. Subtle characterization has never been the Duke's long suit. Instead, he and Hathaway create an antique through a series of gestures and symbols-a grin that congeals into a mask of hate, a plodding gait that belies the deadly hands, a primitive mind that can only understand an idea or a society by turning it over and looking at the underside. In the end they come up with a flawless portrait of a flawed man who is as simple, as forceful-and as dangerous-as Mattie's cap-and-ball Colt pistol...
...found it "regrettable that Giuseppe Zangara hit the wrong man when he shot at Roosevelt in Miami." He waged a vendetta against Eleanor Roosevelt, whom he dismissed as "La Boca Grande" (the big mouth). Pegler once defended such tactics with a confession: "My hates have always occupied my mind much more actively than my friendships...
...SUMMER when the city begins to steam and the mind juggles thoughts of green and blue, museums and their breezeless corridors are forgotten. Looking at paintings might be allotted to a day of rain, or to a Sunday stroll if you can not find a ride to the sea. On a summer weekday, the Boston Museum of Fine Arts is silent. Girls in white pinafores stare from the spacious brown canvas by John Singer Sargent across an empty room to the portraits on the opposite wall. A single spectator feels like an intruder, as he passes between a Renoir...