Word: rude
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...dominates. "I've always wanted to stay in the background," he insists, primping his scraggly, Prince Valiant locks. But his attire could hardly be called a camouflage. Standard costume: stiletto-pointed boots with three-inch Cuban heels, tight pants, cloth cap, Davy Crockett pullover. He ignores the rude hoots that greet his progress down the street, confides that "in case of real trouble I could literally kill a guy. I've studied karate for years...
...thought to be formidably reserved, but that was because he did not like casual chatter and hated to be lionized. Among close friends, he was unfailingly good company. His grave courtesy concealed astringent wit; he also liked jokes of the kind where the cushion, when sat on, makes a rude noise. He was tirelessly, patiently encouraging to young poets who wrote or sent manuscripts to him at Faber & Faber, the London publishing house where for many years he was a partner...
...looks as seamy as an old sea bag. His chin sprouts a day's growth of stubble. Tattered shirttails flap outside his trousers, and he tops the ensemble with either a disreputable yachting cap or a sweat-stained fedora. Coltish Leslie Caron sums him up succinctly as "a rude, foulmouthed, drunken, filthy beast...
...four other Soviet writers came to Yale University, towed by Harold Taylor, former president of Sarah Lawrence College. Just as international fellowship was beginning to ripen, a chap burst in to charge the Soviet poet with "almost pathological anti-Americanism," which he documented by quoting the poems. The rude fellow was Charles Moser, 29, assistant professor of Slavic languages at Yale, and a graduate exchange student at the University of Leningrad five years ago. He argued that "to give the Russians anything more than the most reserved of receptions is to encourage those dedicated to the repression of any sort...
...Unlike their predecessors, the Concord Minutemen of 1775, the embattled businessmen standing by the rude Weeks Bridge will not fire a warning shot. They will run to Eliot House and blow a whistle to awake Mrs. Finely, who will alert the volunteers by telephone. Mrs. Finley thinks it would be a shame 'if the trees were chopped down while we lay in our beds snug and warm" CRIMSON...