Word: remorselessness
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Staring nervously out the clubhouse windows at the remorseless rain, young (23) Righthander Rex Barney scuffed the floor with his spikes. To keep the Dodgers in their waning National League pennant race (see above), he really had to win this one; the Bums had lost eight of the last ten, and dropped from first to third place. Besides, Mrs. Barney had got a baby-sitter and had come to watch, and Rex owed her a no-hitter (he had promised it after he pitched a one-hitter, nearly a month ago). If only the rain would stop . . . A Polo Grounds...
Most of Thomas Alva Edison's diary is like this day's extract-an approach to all & sundry on a one-track even keel. Like his neat, snug handwriting, which seems exactly to reflect him, Edison's way of life indicates no ups & downs-only a remorseless, meticulous line of continuity. Editor Runes has printed only a handful of Edison's daily records (along with many of his articles and public statements), but they are enough to show what a strange assortment of things swam in the sea of cool equanimity that was Edison...
...story is lasciviously simple, especially for those with an eye for triangles and the more intricate geometrics d'amour so deftly contrived by the remorseless Noel. At the apex is the immoral Gary Essendine (Webb), whom Noel has attempted to bless with his own aphroditie charm, the eomic pace of Grouche Marx and the caustic sauciness of Woolcott. Perched giddily atop the crotic ding dong of assorted amours is a rare fruit who barely manages to sublimate his passion for Gary. This catalogue of irregular and illicit love left the bean monde opening nighters in a happy sweat. In less...
...nickname at last, was president of the highbrow Advocate and edited the lusty Lampoon. When he was 28 his first novel won the Pulitzer Prize. But the name "Bop" still haunted him. It was not until he was 36 that a "woman of unusual quality, great perception and remorseless persistence" forced the hated word across his unwilling lips. "Then," he writes, "and only then, I ceased to be afraid, and then at last I slew the Groton...
...from 10 Downing Street. There was plenty of fight still left in his tough, pudgy frame, but he was more somber, less eloquent than he had ever been before. "All I have to offer," he said, "is hard adverse war for many months ahead. . . . Many misfortunes, severe, tortuous losses, remorseless and gnawing anxieties, lie before...