Word: roguish
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...poems celebrate birthdays of old friends, weddings, meetings of Harvard alumni. There are several fond tributes to Howe's beloved Boston, and here and there, the old man has dropped in roguish jingles...
...poem than how he made a living. But even as he fell back on lecturing for money to radio listeners and the matronly bands of U.S. "culture-vultures," as he called them, Poet Thomas whirled his economic crutch like a pinwheel. These pieces testify to his roving eye, roguish humor and beery vision of the human condition. He can draw a third-person self-portrait as accurately as a brilliant cartoonist or observant cop: "He's five foot six and a half. Thick blubber lips; snub nose; curly mouse-brown hair; one front tooth broken . . . speaks rather fancy; truculent...
...Being an Irishman, or partly one, I find it slightly painful [that] Sean O'Casey . . . respects a political organization which has slain and tortured uncounted millions all over their world-with their "inexhaustible energy, the irresistible enthusiasm of their Socialist efforts" . . . O'Casey may be a "roguish wordmonger," but so was Goebbels and Pravda ... He is entertaining, but he is also bitter . . . There is too much of his "failing desires" to make him palatable to anyone who knows there...
With The Inspector Calls is a gay and roguish comedy, Always a Bride. Besides being very funny, with some wonderful character sketches, this is a fine recruiting film for the confidence game, representing the crooks engaged in it as particularly enchanting, and the life itself no mean whirl of the most sumptuous luxuries that the Riviera can offer, including the Monte Carlo jail with its beautiful sea-view and famous chef...
...rare heroes. O'Casey can also bring himself to toss a rhetorical posy: "Oh, Shaw, there is not your equal now! When shall we see your like again!" A roguish wordmonger, O'Casey peppers each page with Joycean puns and wordplays, e.g., Tea Deum, imaginot line, the rust was silence. Ever the dramatist, O'Casey savors his exit with ..a tender salute to old age and a last toast to life: "The sun has gone, dragging her gold and green garlands down . . . Soon it will be time to kiss the world goodbye...