Word: overfond
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...bookwormish, overfond of baker's buns. His father, a St. Louis lawyer, christened him Edward H. O'Hare. But the neighborhood dubbed him "Butch." Hard-muscled, no longer fat, he was still "Butch" when he took his diploma at Annapolis, then went on to Pensacola to train as a U.S. Navy flyer...
...Paul Muni, it would be rational to expect Hi, Nellie to be plausible. Instead it is another anthology of expletive improbabilities. The city room of the Times-Star is conducted as though it were a day nursery. The girl (Glenda Farrell) who precedes Bradshaw as "Nellie Nelson" is overfond of inelegant cliches like "So you can't take it." When Bradshaw sits down to write a column, he does it with one sheet of paper in his typewriter. Hi, Nellie is one cut above Darryl Zanuck's feeble Advice to the Lovelorn which it copies, but its only...
...into a speaking likeness. Some facts you may have forgotten: that Daniel Webster took drugs for his chronic diarrhea, drank a good deal, and died of cirrhosis of the liver. No less authorities than the late Henry Cabot Lodge, James Ford Rhodes implied that Webster was overfond of women, but Fuess categorically denies it. Webster had a slow but inexhaustible mind, no reputation as a wit, no interest in the arts. He reread Robinson Crusoe every year. When he spoke extemporaneously he often groped for the right word, would not be happy till he got it. Fuess makes no idol...
Until the night of the shooting there were very few people who thought that Stanford White was overfond of gaieties. His friends debated, instead, whether Stanford White or Charles F. McKim was the ablest member of the famous firm of McKim, Mead & White. Stanford White was a man widely respected, for his wit and position as much as for his unusual talents: he was a member of the best clubs in Manhattan, the husband of a charming woman. If you wanted a house built, and had money, you went to Stanford White...
That he does not quite know what he is trying to say, that he does not quite understand himself, that he is over-impressed by Freudian psychology and sex symbols, that he is overfond of dwelling on the pathological and perverted, that all this belongs in the medical laboratory rather than in the ranks of literature?that is my general opinion. However, I must say that I am frequently caught by what I do feel is, occasionally, a beautifully rhythmical style, and, at his unpleasantest, some times, a singularly moving power, as in I Want to Know Why, Brothers...