Word: proletarianism
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...Delhi visitors: U.S. Ambassador to the U.N. Henry Cabot Lodge, North Viet Nam's vermicelli-bearded Red Boss Ho Chi Minh, Afghanistan's King Mohammed Zahir Shah. By all odds, Ho was the corniest good neighbor, kissed every official within reach, made misty-eyed speeches with proletarian humility, begged New Delhi's schoolchildren to call him chacha (uncle), the same term of endearment they have been taught to call Nehru. Less interested in making loaded impressions, King Zahir, on a 15-day state visit, rushed busily between polo and field-hockey matches, a horse show, small-game...
...naval base. There was a second checkup at the towering entrance to the palace, this time by units of a Latvian rifle brigade famed for its loyalty to Bolshevism and brought to Petrograd by Lenin because "the Russian peasant may vacillate if something happens-what's needed is proletarian firmness." At the entrance to the auditorium we passed under a third scrutiny. The footfalls of armed men and the clatter of weapons made the colonnaded hall sound like a barracks...
...hell are Sinclair Lewis, William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway, anyway? Merely Nobel Prizewinners who have written sentimental slop . . . And Steinbeck-pooh ! A lowly proletarian who drips grief over his characters. Then there's James Gould Cozzens, awarded the Pulitzer Prize, whose quoted utterances reflect flashes of his own many-faceted snooty character. Sex. "What's a woman for?" "The thing you have to know is yourself; you are people." And so, his stable of characters, I suspect, is a hash-up of his own personality...
Malenkov was running a power station at the end of the line in remote Kazakhstan. But the adroit Mr. Mikoyan was vacationing in proletarian luxury in his native Armenia last week...
Dean Moriarty. a real gone kid in whom Sal sees traces of a "W. C. Fields saintliness," is the only authentic proletarian in a basically timorous band of bourgeois rebels. Dean steals cars where the others are scarcely capable of filching a loaf of bread from an untended grocery. He takes women and abandons them, wrecks Cadillacs for the hell of it. deserts his friends. He talks a blue streak in a syntax-free jumble of metaphysics, hipster jargon, quotations from comic strips and animal gruntings. Describing the skills of a hot saxophonist. Dean cries: "Here...