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Word: snickeringly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...cheap shot of an insensitive politician." The councilman was unrepentant. Dismissing Spong as an "ecclesiastical lickspittle," he added: "When I look at some spiritually anemic preachers, I think of embalming fluid." Inevitably, Carwile's tasteless demagoguery led to a sick joke. The councilman was not being macabre, the snicker went, he was just trying to drum up some business for Mayor Thomas Bliley Jr. Bliley is one of the city's leading morticians...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Bumpy Road in Richmond | 2/28/1972 | See Source »

...dockside catchpennies. But for one last time, on the Great Circle route between Liverpool and New York, they approach each other and pass in the night. A few middle-aged ship lovers on the Elizabeth think sentimental thoughts as they watch the Mary rush by, while necking teen-agers snicker. "As the darkness closes over and the long wakes are joined, the sentimentalists stand for a while watching the ocean recover its seamless inmensity. Then, one by one, like people dispersing downhill after a burial, they find their way to their cabins and close their doors...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Leviathans | 1/3/1972 | See Source »

...sizable temperamental flaw. No strict decision was made as to whether it should be played straight or campy, and the latter apparently won out as the lesser commercial risk. Camp is low-level satire, and it tends to destroy both the past and the present with a snicker. Far from being a "great creative sensibility," as acclaimed by Susan Sontag, camp is anti-sensibility. Its intrinsic nature is sterile, and it applies the tactic of reductio ad absurdum to imply that all cultural values are equally sterile. Thus at one moment No, No Nanette fashions an affectionate valentine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theater: Perforated Valentine | 2/1/1971 | See Source »

...many hours and pages were spent torturing it in classrooms. I read a poem about baseball. And one about the Top 40. "What do you do," someone asked, "when you don't write poetry?" I paused. "I play football, talk on the telephone, kiss girls," I said. A light snicker. "Poetry isn't a forty hour week...

Author: By Richard D. Rosen, | Title: Polities Junior High School | 5/19/1970 | See Source »

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