Word: sordidity
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...performance, the Egyptian crowds expected that the strongman's public speech in Alexandria four days later would be sensational. But though it had more fury, it was not wild. Once again Nasser went back over the past, going to great lengths to explain away last fall's sordid military defeat as a "glorious withdrawal." For the first time he managed to acknowledge: "We cannot deny America's attitude during the aggression and its condemnation of such aggression, as well as its attitude...
Only Mother. Testimony was bitterly sordid on both sides. Joanne called her husband a "drug-sodden wife beater" who so abused her that she "lay down to die." Patiño in turn denounced her as an adulterous, "worthless" woman who "did everything for money," described her excessive drug-taking, demanded that she return his gifts of jewelry. With Mother on hand, Joanne holed up in a lush but lonely ten-room villa in Switzerland's Jura Mountains and waited for her attorneys to wring a financial settlement from Pati...
...would take King Solomon sitting on a problem of child custody to straighten out this sordid little tangle-and he is exactly the genius invoked to turn the trick. As soon as Malcolm mentions the story of Solomon and the two mothers to his father, Bing realizes what a covetous oaf he has been, agrees to share the boy with Mary. This is all for the best because Crosby now has Inger...
...What Do You Hear?" Last week what had been a sordid tale of stolen treasure changed to something more tragic. One after another, a series of sad-voiced peasant women, somber in mourning black, told of the disappearance of their sons or husbands, all of whom had known Gorreri-and too much about the Gold of Dongo. Among them was the 63-year-old mother of Luigi Canali, alias "Neri," an idealistic Communist who was murdered a week or so after he signed the original partisan inventory of the treasure. "I remember," said she, "when my son told...
...Novelty was pursued with feverish intensity; if you could discover a new way of spending time, flagpole sitting for instance, your reputation was immediately established. And, while girls were flapping and boys were growing bigger and better moustaches, the generation found itself pregnant with off-beat geniuses. In the sordid Village parties, along the unpredictable streets of the Left Banks, and even in the sedate drawing roms on Brattle and Craigie Streets, newness was cherished, cultivated, encouraged...