Word: mutton
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...making cider, bending over the family laundry and rising at 3 a.m. to milk the cows. One evening her old friend Talleyrand strolled unannounced into the yard as she prepared a roast. Bringing a touch of Parisian gallantry to wilderness New York, he cried: "Never was a leg of mutton spitted with greater majesty...
WHEN WE listen to Nixon and Agnew- a sullied mutton and an interlarded projectile- this business of words and this responsibility of poetry presses excruciatingly. American language has never been more cruptive and strident. This is a time of clamor. If is not that words have lost their meanings, but that we have lost the words themselves. We have lost ourselves. Language is becoming just another commodity, subject to the rapacious degradation of competition, advertisement, and engorgement. Someone's voice breaks, then someone's head, then someone's heart. The sensitive man can only say: "If I scream, you will...
...after she spent one too many ladies' luncheons bemoaning the sudden threatened obsolescense of her friends' wardrobes and her own. In one week, the organization's membership grew from 19 to 1,000 (among them, Actresses Lizabeth Scott and Connie Stevens, Mrs. Harold Robbins and Barbara Mutton's daughter-in-law, Cheryl Reventlow). Dues of $20 a year were established, mainly to cover costs of petitions and bumper stickers like the one already being printed in shocking pink and shocking language: UP YOUR MIDI. "We're not going to let them pull the wool over...
...little terrifying on it. When it comes to dealing with players, Stram has every grain of Vince Lombardi's starchiness: $50 a minute is the price of tardiness to any meeting, $50 a pound is the cost of excess fat at Thursday weigh-ins. No mustaches or mutton chops are permitted. Long hair is utterly unthinkable. How does Stram reconcile his own flamboyant wardrobe (30 suits, often set off by a red vest) with his fundamentalist attitude? "If it's my team, things have to be done my way. That...
...navy wool smoking suit (complete with white starched shirt front and miniature black bow tie), and of the '40s, with Givenchy's languorous silver-fox coat. Saint Laurent goes way back: "It's 1890," he says of his patchwork evening dress with leg-of-mutton sleeves. He does not say which year inspired his black otter coat, appliqued on the back with a Somalia panther skin; whenever it was, the panther apparently had a bad time of it; he looks properly appalled at his fate...