Word: spurns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...commuter services, he would pay them $1,000 each. How to identify all those eligible to collect? Says Maidman: "The conductors know all the commuters on the line." At week's end, a poll showed that six out of seven of Maidman's persistent commuters planned to spurn the $1,000 and continue to bump it on the Susquehanna...
...Spoor & Spurn. What is most striking about Buchan's heroes, for modern readers at least, is their now archaic innocence and idealism of word and deed. Modeled on Buchan's Oxford friends and fellow World War I officers, they were created in a time when aristocratic and gentlemanly virtues were still fashionable and younger sons sought fame at the four corners of the world. For them, the trail of anything, even an idea, is always a "spoor." Girls, when they appear, and they appear seldom, are customarily wholesome and boyishly slim. Men are lean...
...kicks sand into their faces. She keeps her son locked away from the world to guarantee his presence when she finally decides the direction in which his future greatness lies. Her own occupation is measuring yachts, and she takes a lover who has a particularly impressive craft, only to spurn him with the philosophy that "life, Mr. Rose-above, is a husband hanging from a hook in the closet." The husband's corpse, in the end, falls out of the closet and across the bed where young Jonathan Rosepettle is strangling a seductive baby sitter...
...Critic Kenneth Tynan wonders whether Brechtian drama "is a gigantic tribute to motherhood." Brecht's men are usually drunks, cynics or compromisers, his heroines "mostly instruments of salvation . . . Did Brecht, as rumor insists, spurn his father and worship his mother? If so, it supports the old hypothesis that the men who adore their mothers lean toward the Left, while those who idolize their fathers lean toward the Right." Whether or not Tynan is correct about Brecht, he certainly has the makings of a fascinating psychological parlor game...