Word: ribaldly
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...much the creator and captive of those fantasies. The 50s was the last decade when to be cool meant to be sophisticated. Back then, success and glamour included pretensions to education: not just the famous-author bylines but to racy films with subtitles; Playboy?s equivalent was the Ribald Classics, translations of naughty tales by Chaucer, Rabelais, Balzac. And jazz. Jazz was cool then, Hefner loved it, so he started an annual readers? poll of jazz favorites and, in 1978, a Playboy Jazz Festival. (Sorry, Hef, wrong music...
Behind this book stand three centuries of the libertine memoir, including Casanova's Journal and the ribald passages of Boswell's. It's harder to play the lewd rascal these days without looking silly, what with 12-year-olds adding spaghetti straps to their back-to-school wardrobe, but Newton does it amusingly. As he capers from Singapore to Melbourne to London, we get glimpses of Anita, who couldn't have sex until handkerchiefs were hung over the saints' pictures in her bedroom, and Josette, who left lipstick smears across his white linen shorts. "Josette was unwilling to terminate...
...were sent to convent Borstals run by some very nasty nuns. "Here," one sister tells a girl, "you will be saved from eternal damnation." In fact, the place is a hell on Eire. The nuns, using their charges as unpaid laborers in a sweatshop laundry, flog the girls, make ribald fun of their naked bodies, allow a visiting priest to force them into sex, and drive them to despair or madness or flailing rebellion...
Your cover photo was remarkable for its contrasts [April 14]. At first glance, I saw the face of a man sharing a ribald joke or perhaps preparing to engage in impish folly. On second glance, however, as I looked carefully at Saddam Hussein's eyes, I could see the jagged edge of a gangrenous soul. JAMES H. HYDE Stowe...
...this campus, and beyond that, the potential for union (both spiritual and physical) between the sexes. He spoke in a lexicon that was both strange and familiar, foreign and native. With a slight lisp, he ran through compound words and terminology with almost preternatural vigor, mixing the most ribald details with the most profound of allusions. It was as if I simultaneously understood none of what he said and that his words were the very translation of my heart’s secret Braille. I later learned he had published one book, entitled A Pop Culture Encyclopedia but have looked...