Word: mucked
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...November, The Captains and the Kings, I Am a Happy English Lad, rendered in a wildly improbable parody of an Oxford accent. Some of Behan's barroom sweepings are fresh as newsprint:I cried to Mr. Khrushchev, Please grant me this great boon: Don't muck about, don't muck about, Don't muck about with the moon...
...down, airmailed home the fugitive's own account of his escape, which was promptly copyrighted by the Herald and splashed all over Page One. It made vivid reading: the ordeal ("I didn't know which was worse, the horrible crawl across the yard or the swamps, the muck and the rocks"), the ride to Havana in a farmer's truck, the friend there who supplied fresh clothing, the hideout at the St. Johns...
Green Carpet. The rumble of motors was heard up the valley. The Assam Rifles came smartly to attention, and newsmen and photographers scrambled to positions in the muck as a caravan of jeeps and trucks came into sight. In the van was a station wagon that pulled up in the muddy street before a carpet of 35 green tarpaulin ground sheets leading to a thatch-roofed rest cottage...
...character thus introduced by Novelist Naipaul (rhymes with highball) belongs to that growing family of ex-colonial heroes who have their feet firmly planted in the muck of local tradition and their heads lifted to the sweet smell of Western excess. But where such literary antecedents as E.M. Forster's Dr. Aziz and Evelyn Waugh's Emperor Seth burned with a hard heathen shame, Ganesh shoulders the white-collar burden with the happy ease of a born...
...place on Parnassus as Shelley in a Klondike saloon. The rhymes that made Service a millionaire w'ooed none of the nine Muses. They reek of male shenanigans and sweat, roar like a Yukon avalanche, teem with rude and lusty characters: Claw-Fingered Kitty, Chewed-Ear Jenkins. Muck-Luck Mag, Blasphemous Bill Mackie. Dangerous Dan McGrew. "Rhyming has my ruin been," Robert Service once wrote, falling unconsciously into the balladeer's inversion. "With less deftness I might have produced real poetry...