Word: pleasant
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Novelist Somerset Maugham, visiting friends in San Francisco to celebrate his 75th birthday, had something pleasant to remember. "The nicest compliment ever paid me," he announced, "was a letter from a G.I. in the Pacific during the war, who wrote me that he had read an entire story of mine without having to look up a single word in the dictionary...
...with the purring power of a V-8-President Charles Erwin Wilson. A $236,000-a-year captain of industry, "C.E.," as his friends call him, is a reserved, blue-eyed boss who thinks fast, talks slow and never wastes his time pounding the desk. Slightly jowly, with a pleasant smile, he has neither bombast nor bulk (he is 5 ft. 10 in., 175 lbs.). He talks with a mild Midwest twang, walks with a slight stoop as if bucking a breeze. Both his tie and his crop of snow-white hair are usually a little askew, but his mind...
...Dukay popped into her "sheer, cobweb-thin, rose-colored slip" and a blue dress, dabbed on some stuff called Chanson du Narcisse and scuttled off to the assignation . . . The door opened, and in came a man wearing a beard and yellow spectacles. As Kristina teetered in a state of pleasant giddiness, the man raised his hand, ripped off his beard and spectacles, and stood revealed-the Emperor Karl of Austria himself...
...live," Ortega once snapped at a lady who had asked for his ideas on life. "I merely observe others live." Over the years, Ortega's observations have not been pleasant. His Spain was merely "a cloud of dust that was left hovering in the air when a great people went galloping [away]." The world was not much better. Suffering from a "vertical invasion" of the masses, it had been taken over by the commonplace mind. It was a time "superior to other times; inferior to itself . . . Never perhaps has the ordinary man been so far below his times...
...works there at a plain wooden table littered with typescript. He is the head of the "Association for the International Registry of World Citizens and People's Assembly." His admirers-in France they are legion-call him le petit homme. In the 26-year-old, carrot-topped, pleasant, shrewd and slightly corny Air Forces veteran they profess to see an authentic symbol of a scared and muddled generation. His intellectual baggage may be designed for air travel, but Garry Davis is no dope. He has a clear, canny mind which constantly surprises his intellectual French colleagues. He used...