Word: neuter
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Indeed he had. The jury found that the choleric Cassandra had libeled Liberace in a September 1956 column strongly implying that the pianist was homosexual ("the pinnacle of Masculine, Feminine and Neuter"). It awarded damages of ?8,000 ($22,400) against Connor and the Mirror. Both filed notice of appeal...
...pianist visiting England in 1956, then upquilled. "This deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother-love," fumed Connor of Wladziu Valentino Liberace. "He is the summit of sex-the pinnacle of Masculine, Feminine and Neuter. Everything that He, She or It can ever want...
...baked peasant Apollo. He is taken up by an arty, effeminate, high-minded official of a U.S. relief mission in Athens. To fiftyish Irvine Stroh, Spiro is a kind of male Liza Doolittle, whom he goes about refashioning in his own cultural image. Actually, Irvine is an emotional neuter except for the heartsickness he feels when Greek mulcts Greek. Spiro, who as an adolescent saw Communists murder his father and mother, regards Irvine's sentimentality about Greece as fatuous. In Spiro's world one cheats to live, and underdog eats underdog...
Next day the Daily Mirror's irrepressible columnist, Cassandra, described Liberace as "this deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, scent-impregnated, chromium-plated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother-love" and declared that "he is the summit of sex-the pinnacle of Masculine, Feminine and Neuter . . ." The Sunday Pictorial ran a story headlined MY LOVELY BOY, by "Momma Liberace," and printed a picture made up half of his face, half of hers...
...followed the voice into Mrs. Nate Parker's Body Mechanics class, one of Radcliffe's favorite ways of satisfying Physical Education requirements. We discovered a small room, whose pink walls were sprinkled with neuter anatomical charts that compensated in bulging muscles for what they lacked in personality. On the floor were ten silver-grey plastic mats, occupied by ten girls in neat white blouses and neat blue shorts. They were learning "The Art of Relaxation" and "The Correction of Posture Faults." We had missed the relaxing session that opens each class, but we had arrived in time for the metatarsal...