Word: ranted
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...left to itself, it can become an undiscriminating rant, equalizing the serious and the trivial, the horrors of Biafra and the poor quality of frozen dinners...
...what has become one of the decade's most popular questions, Freud admitted having no answer: What does a woman want? One would like to have been able to slip him a copy of this first novel-a long, first-person, Portnoyesque rant that seems to wedge at least 30 years of neurotic female yearning into its emancipated pages...
...heroism and love, are reduced to so much pulsing, thrashing sinew, murderously intent on survival. A harsh and one-sided view, to be sure, yet difficult to deny. The headlines are on its side. Hughes is too cunning a craftsman to try to convey his vision in headlines or rant of any kind. Instead of giving it full vent, he gives it narrow vent -through 66 short, spare poems cast as tales or fables, like fragments of some folk epic. The effect is like that of a torrent forced through a narrow nozzle: cutting intensity and tremendous, controlled force...
They've ripped out his guts and substituted bile, have transformed his rhetoric into rant. No longer the liberator of a stage, he has been bound into its conventions, becoming a plaything for experimenting youngsters and a typical "serious" theatre audience in wire-rims and leotards...
Throwing Steaks. Once (in 1961) he was married, and has a seven-year-old daughter. Now he has a capsule description of his life: "I read, swim, go out, have love affairs." The old Nicholson "used to rant a lot of politics" and had a temper that went off like a Roman candle. A waitress in Hollywood once brought him a well-done steak and proceeded to claim that it was rare. Nicholson protested, spluttered, and then -splat!-the steak hit the restaurant ceiling. "I don't throw steaks around the dining room any more," says Nicholson. His outbursts...