Word: peevishly
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...rest?" he asked when the candidate arrived in Colorado last week as the votes were being counted in Pennsylvania. Hart hemmed, hawed, then rasped almost plaintively, "Tomorrow will be the first day we've had off since Christmas." Back in Philadelphia, Walter Mondale, the eventual victor, had turned peevish during his last go-round of a day with reporters. Would he predict his margin of victory, a newsman asked. "No," snapped an irritated Mondale. Is something wrong? asked the next questioner. "Nothing," barked Mondale. Then he caught himself and apologized. "I am getting what is known as punchy...
Adopted Son Michael, 38, a Los Angeles businessman, supports Reagan but says he will not join him on the hustings. In a peevish interview last summer, Michael complained that Reagan had never even laid eyes on his youngest grandchild, Ashley Marie, now almost a year old. Michael subsequently explained that he had spoken out of "jealousy...
...Neill himself--is undoubtedly the play's most powerful performance. He despairs for his parents and brother, but his tenderness for them is plain. His occasional flares of morbid poetry, betraying his artistic sensitivity, grip and startle us. He delivers his lines naturally, with an occasional stammer or peevish whine. Hunching his shoulders, dragging his feet, he even looks like a weary consumptive. His multifaceted portrayal is believable and compelling throughout...
Since his flashes of pique began a year or so ago, Shultz has grown ever more peevish. In Venezuela earlier this month for President Jaime Lusinchi's inauguration, he ran into Richard Stone, Reagan's Central American envoy. "Fancy meeting you here, Dick. Don't you have enough funerals...
...their "political myth, "Freed and Stone create a flat and unoriginal character. This peevish politician is just another "hard luck kid" who developed a complex because he played second fiddle all his life--to his big brother, to Eisenhower, to Kennedy. At the end of the play, he reaches for the apron strings of his Quaker mother, whining "Mama, tell me what to do." He's the typical wimp who has cracked under pressure and now suffers under the delusion that he was really a hero who preserved his "secret honor...