Word: shyness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Eleanor, she wrote her own legend. She often mentioned her ugly-duckling childhood. She sadly recalled how she was ruled by a domineering mother-in-law. She constantly spoke of her innate shyness. She presented an image of sweet uncomplicated Eleanor, who occasionally oversimplified quite complicated issues, but whose heart was as big as all humanity. She never wrote "I think . . ."; she always wrote "I feel . . ." But in nurturing this legend, Eleanor Roosevelt did herself an injustice. She did feel-but she also thought. And she had one of the sharpest intellects that the U.S. has known. Did she know...
Beneath Bronze Skin. This unfashionable "literary" approach to art, as well as an almost compulsive shyness about exhibiting, has kept Underwood out of the public notice. But he has done his share to set the stage for modern British sculpture. At one time he ran a small drawing school, which a promising sculptor named Henry Moore attended. Moore still credits Underwood with having done more for him than any earlier teacher, and the two men are often compared and contrasted by British critics...
Though DDT has worked wonders, malaria has proved such a versatile foe that WHO researchers are going to extraordinary lengths to combat the mosquitoes that carry it. In Pavia, Italy, they are practicing artificial insemination on mosquitoes to overcome the insects' natural shyness about reproducing in captivity...
Much has been made of the man's shyness, and the temptation to turn him into Bernard Mergendeiler, his own soft-spoken hero, has been over-indulged. A tall, thin New Yorker, Jules Feiffer is both handsome and owlish; in his self-sketches he gives himself credit for more hair than he has. In Bernard, he allows himself more naivete; he is, after all, a satirist. His ear is sensitive to cliches and synopsized attitudes, which he manages to avoid successfully...
Past the Grave. Firbank was as queer a bird as ever fluttered. Pathological shyness contorted his thin frame. It constricted his throat so that he could hardly eat in company; at a dinner given for him, he managed to down one green pea. At his club, he once took fright at the sight of the headwaiter and hid under the table. He had, of course, an independent income (poor people with Firbank's temperament simply die or are shut away). He came from solid stock: his grandfather worked his way up from the coal mines to become a contractor...