Word: shamed
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...felt the folly of the words as they left his mouth. A student had lately been killed by a young mugger for saying exactly the same thing, but in that case, apparently, the suggestion came out as a kind of derisive irony. His own words, he knew with shame, had held no irony. They were, in fact, a reflex, an example of sheer, dumb middle-class helpfulness. He found himself actually blushing at the thought of having spoken them...
Even the thrill of the overwhelming Beanpot win couldn't shake Dooley's feelings for the B.C. squad "My heart really goes out to those girls. I really give them a lot of credit" he said. "It's just a shame that the commitment B.C. has made to men's athletics hasn't spilled over to women's athletics. The B C women's teams just really can't match up without the support...
Naylor's straightforward tone defies the usual gimmickry to which the subjects she treats so readily lend themselves: out-of-wed-lock pregnancy, parental shame and a runaway's difficulties, single women just a step ahead of poverty, abandoned wife-mothers, young Blacks struggling through militancy in search of dignity, the stereotypical welfare case, homosexuality in mainstream society. But out of this parade of social issues come the same personal interactions with which everyone is too familiar. The women's particular situations are merely a fog obscuring people who, Naylor convinces the reader, are at bottom typical. Fleshed out, these...
...respect for Peter Sellers. This is actually a surprisingly common criticism, and it's usually followed by: "He would've wanted it that way." But who knows what Peter Sellers would've wanted? The point is, the guy was a comic genius. It would have been a crying shame to waste the 45 minutes of hysterical new material that Sellers taped before his death--or, for that matter, the nuggets of previously unused sequences that compose the film's second half...
...help us preserve our sense of humor." Not, alas, when we are invited to genuflect at the coffin. Better to recall the lively Sellers-Clouseau: facing every indignity with stoic fatuity, bulldogging through the minefield of his own ineptitude, working new variations on that preposterous French accent. What a shame we will never hear him say, "Eh Teh, pheune heume...