Word: pompously
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...soon regretted the decision. He hated the work: getting out the sheet each week, rewriting the prince's pompous, half-literate articles, churning out copy for his own column, "The Diary of a Writer." And though The Citizen whooped it up for Czar and Russia, Dostoevsky found himself in several scrapes with the censors; once he was sent to jail for 48 hours for having violated a bureaucratic regulation...
Finally, the CRIMSON came to bat in the last half of the ninth inning: the evening shadows were lengthening in the sun now turned orange. The first man to the bat was the inspirational leader of the CRIMSON nine, Pompous Prexy Pratt, his face fiushed in the Cadmium sun. He reached first on a walk...
...only with other Club men or if they are just naturally "hail-fellows-well-met." Finally, the author draws an absurd parallel between the exclusiveness of political groups and that of the final Clubs. This little exercise in sophistry seems to be openly tongue-in-cheek as does the pompous argument that the Clubs are merely supplying what the Houses are supposed to give...
...Chantreys. With Rothenstein they agreed that over the past 70 years of Chantrey buying, the Royal Academy selection committees had picked a high percentage of bad pictures and missed a lot of good ones. Wrote a Manchester Guardian Weekly critic: "Once the eye has been thoroughly glazed by the pompous onslaught of indomitable mediocrity, it is fascinating to wander limply through the galleries, no longer resisting ..." In the Spectator, Harold Nicolson suggested that a detailed, illustrated catalogue of the Chantrey purchases should be prepared (in order to keep a record) and the works themselves sent "to decorate Makerere College...
...camp and postwar German cabarets. Christina comes on the air pretending to be a newsboy, hawking the day's headlines in rhymes which frequently poke fun at the Communists. Her most popular tagline, delivered in a knowing, childish singsong, comes at the end of her report of any pompous Communist proclamation: "Das versteh' ich nicht," she says wonderingly, "das versteh' ich wirklich nicht! [That I don't understand, that I really don't understand!]." Throughout the Soviet zone, her phrase appears morning after morning scribbled below some grandiose Communist poster...