Word: shapelessly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Germany. It just happened, and no one was responsible but "the times." Nazism was pretty much like anything else: "Perhaps all that can be done is to describe it as a phenomenon, as a byproduct of life, and like life to be immeasurable by any standard and equally shapeless." As for democracy, "I do not know what it is ... But I fear that Hit ler's assertion - that his ideological concept was the democratic concept - will prove a hard one to refute." If he is not the former Nazis' favorite postwar writer, he should...
...chanted patriotic folk songs and conducted group discussions. Each evening they danced in the streets beneath the gaze of impassive Viet Minh soldiers; the dance started at 8, never earlier, ended at 10, never later. Twice weekly at Hanoi's National Theater, before an audience of men in shapeless tunics and women officials in pigtails, the Viet Minh army "Culture Corps" recited a tone poem, to the wailing of reedy instruments. "Wipe away your tears," they intoned. "The enemy is gone. In the North, in the South we are the same family and nothing can divide...
Lack of Format. Last year NBC signed him, but spent months trying to work out a proper format for his peculiar, shapeless brand of comedy. It was a tough job, since no one, including Gobel, could pin down his style. "I don't think it's like anybody else's," he says. "I didn't think about it until other people started describing it. They described it in so many ways, I get kind of mixed up. I guess it's offbeat, casual. I get a line I figure will be funny...
...prancing circus horse and rider) that showed off a remarkably agile and expressive 6-ft. 4-in. body. The week's second big color feature, Cole Porter's Panama Hattie (CBS), boasted Ethel Merman, but even Trouper Merman could not keep the show from becoming a busy, shapeless, cluttered mass of sight and sound...
...hours later that night, Brigadier General Hussein Azemudeh, the thin-lipped military prosecutor, drove up to the barracks and sent for the prisoners. Two months ago nine of the ten prisoners had been splendidly uniformed brother officers of his. Now, in shapeless prison garb, heads shaven, stubbly faces pale, they shuffled in. The general glared at the first man, and said harshly: "You are called here to make your will. Know what I mean?" Colonel Siamak cleared his throat. "Yes," he said, "I know." The appeal had failed...