Word: rudeness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...afraid," wrote Robert Ely, editor-publisher of The Sixties, "this symposium will be another occasion for self-congratulation by little-magazine editors. So I will say a few rude words. American little magazines are for the most part utterly pointless. Almost all are mediocre. A near example is our host, The Carleton Miscellany. It has had a pointless quality about it ever since...
Posterity appreciates Paul Gauguin more than his contemporaries did. While he lived, the museums of his native France coldly refused him wall space. Until his death in 1903, his canvases found mostly a rude or indifferent market; later the bidding began to spiral out of sight: a single Gauguin was knocked down for $364,000 at Sotheby's in 1959. Posterity, in short, has caught up with Gauguin's notion of his own indisputable greatness. The matter of the Gauguin legend, however, is disputable, and this book ably succeeds in separating the facts from the romance...
Brown's number six golfer was two under par in bombing Jim Torhorst, 8 up with 7 holes to play. Torhorst, who had just rejoined the team after being bounced last week, had a rude re-entry...
...look different. One can no longer have his own opinion: he must wait until he is told whether a movie is In before he can like it. He can't buy a suit unless it comes from Carnaby Street. He must listen to discordant noise sung by rude, pseudo-intellectual malcontents because it is the sound of his generation. He must be atheistic, anarchistic, hedonistic. Hooray for liberated British youth! I can hardly wait for the brainwashing machine to come to America so I can be liberated...
...suffered the rude awakening traditional to upper-class English boys. Sent off to Lancing, a public school near Brighton, he found himself scrapping for perks with a pack of young snobs in full cry. He hated it, but in self-defense he repressed his homesickness and began to play the devil with his wit. At Oxford, where wit and atheism made him fashionable, he drank like a drain, hobbed with the nobs, japed and scraped his way through 2½ years of invaluable idleness. He wrote little but he peered at the peerage, at the descendants of the knights...