Word: naggings
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...result was little better than partisan cartooning, e.g., a soapbox snarl at the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, titled Reception in Miami. But when he chose to paint subjects instead of targets-the grimy street corners of downtown America, a littered store window, a peddler's sway-backed nag or a weary tombstone cutter-Levine had something of his own to say. And he said it with energy...
...Hayes Proctor: "Almost the sole sign of success is to get your man before graduation." Though almost all want to work for a while after graduation ("at some glamorous job," says one dean, "that will take them to Paris"), few aim at a career. But even most career girls nag their married professors to find out how a career can be combined with marriage. If the marriage rate of the past is any indication, eight out of ten will become wives. Moreover, as far as their deans can see, they are marrying younger than before...
...Quijana, "tall, lean, lanky, with cheeks that appeared to be kissing each other on the inside of his mouth, [and a] neck half a yard long and uncommonly brown," goes clear out of his mind from reading tales of knight-errantry. Renaming himself Don Quixote, and his jag-jointed nag Rocinante (translation: formerly a hack), the madman enlists a local farmer, one Sancho Panza, as his squire. Breathing the name of his ladylove, Dulcinea del Toboso (in real life a husky farm girl named Aldonza Lorenzo that he has never said two words to), Don Quixote sets out in quest...
They all have a copy of the Morning Telegraph and then they buy a 50 cent "hot tip" card. After they pore over these for half an hour, they stick a pin into their programs and rush down to the window to slap two bucks on a nag that's in the race racket because it's too old to pull a milk wagon...
Even after so many years there is no mistaking it-the voice of David Herbert Lawrence (died 1930), come back like an indignant ghost to nag the torpid flesh of Anglo-Saxons. It is not a pleasant voice: few of D. H. Lawrence's letters to his "friends" (victims would be a better word) show the genius that illuminated his fiction and poetry. It is a hectoring, querulous, spiteful voice, polite when it fears that it has aroused anger; but, once reassured by the listener's forgiveness, instantly rude and bullying again...