Word: nosing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...interviewer, a tall thin woman who looked the epitome of New England clam chowder, didn't smile. "Hello," she said. "What was your class rank? How were your boards?" My transcript was sitting right under her upwardly mobile nose, but I answered timidly...
...pilot dropped back into subsonic flight. Again, no jolts or jars. The Concorde came home as smoothly as it went out, with its crazy tilt on touchdown; the rear wheels banged onto the runway, and the nose followed seconds later. We had been in the air for one hour and 39 minutes; we had covered 1,425 miles...
...twelve minutes away from personally breaking the sound barrier. Unlike the Boeing 707 and 747, which lumber into slowly gathering momentum, the Concorde has a sprinter's start. I was pushed gently but firmly into my backrest. From the rear of the plane I could see the nose leave the ground, tilting upward and upward until the fuselage looked like a tipping tunnel of love. From the inside, the noise was no louder than that of a normal jet. We were off the ground in seconds and climbing at a sharp angle...
Here he is, a star-struck Nebraska kid who still keeps his nose pressed against the show-biz windowpane, almost innocently eager to talk to all the big celebrities on his very own show. It amazes him that they even remember his name, let alone want to be seen with him; yet he harbors an uncomfortable disdain for the shallowness he finds among so many "stars." He thinks of himself as an actor-writer-comic; yet he works best as a ringmaster of conversation heightened by the prodding of an acute mind?free associating, Perelmanesque, almost surrealistic. He does battle...
...arrived a bit early?about three hours early. A makeup girl laboriously tried to "play down" what she called a "big nose" and then sent me backstage to stew. Anxiety clawed at my chest. "I had hoped that a taxi would knock me down on my way to the studio," I said to Dick Cavett. He replied laconically, "That's New York; you never can get a taxi when you want one." Running a talk show, Cavett and his staff had warned, was not as easy as it appeared. But I was prepared to try, and had memorized...