Word: putridity
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...mother wants to rear her child as a true Gael; she puts back the ashes "and for five hours," Bonaparte writes, "I became a child among the ashes...Later at midnight I was put to bed, but the stench of the fireplace stayed with me...it was a foul putrid smell and I do not think the like will ever be there again...
...provide some testimony of the diversions and advintures of our times...because our types will never be there again," a great deal of the book pokes fun at the Gaeligores who come to study Corkadoragha-but leave because the reality of tempest, poverty, Gaelicism and tradition is "too tempestuous putrid, poor, Gaelic and traditional." The "distinguishing marks of the true Gael" emerge more slowly out of the humour of the story. He is identified by the various oppressions inflicted on him by the English, the Dublin Irish, and fate, listed in order of decreasing responsibility and increasing blame. Myles' satire...
...arrived in Philadelphia on Nov. 30, 1774, with no more formal schooling than one would expect of a corsetmaker. His ambition was to set up as master of an academy for young ladies. When his ship docked at Philadelphia, however, he was seriously ill with what doctors diagnosed as putrid fever, and he remained so for six weeks...
...playwright Howard O'Brien's script are sort of dull, but the characters that lack them tend to buckle under familiar interpretations. O'Brien fills the play's most decrepit role as Old Man Boyle, who blathers sporadically about the 20 pounds of crap in his bowels, his putrid liver, leaden legs, rotting teeth, and sparse hair. Perched in his wheelchair, between the park bench and the garbage pail, he seems content to survey the progressive dissolution of others with a complicit smile that might be meant for a slyer old man, Beckett...
...vacillating, mean and a bit of an ass. Here he plays a sly, greasy Dennis-the-Menace type with the manipulative whine and offended pout of a three year old. He waddles through the film grinning lasciviously, scratching his belly--a charicature of immaturity and meanness. It's a putrid role for him. The director has pared away Nicholson's sleekness and suavity, left only that soft, slightly rotten center of his acting character and made him play it pure. Exposed to the open air it festers, it's no longer Nicholson, and it's grotesquely unfair and unfunny...