Word: swiveting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...phone rings constantly, and Righter?who has never bothered with people's names?spends much of his time in a soft-voiced swivet of "Oh, Moonchild,-I'm happy to tell you that this is a very good day for you." "Hello, Taurus. Yes, sign the contracts day after tomorrow, not before." "Well, Capricorn, I've been expecting your call. I'm pleased that it worked out well, but I'm not surprised. Remember me to Aries." At night he keeps a file of his principal clients' charts by his bed for ready consultation at 2:30 a.m. when...
...lack of overproduction numbers and the lighting psychedelia now in vogue. The same could not be said of This Is Tom Jones (ABC), a variety bill headlined by a Welsh baritone in the soul bag. Jones version of soul is three parts sweat and a half-part swivet. On the premiere, he was finished off by his continuity writers, lusterless Songstress Joey Heatherton, and Comic Richard Pryor, whose contribution was a tasteless impression of a Negro preacher. Even more painful is The Queen and I (CBS), a situation comedy whose plot is Bilko at sea. Very much...
Harold Pinter is the Pavlov of playwrights. He feeds questions and withholds answers, leaving playgoers in a state of salivary anxiety. Written by Pinter in 1958, but opening on Broadway last week, The Birthday Party is certain to evoke in audiences another tantalized swivet...
Sister George is in a vicious swivet because her role is to be edited out of the show. Mrs. Mercy Croft (Lally Bowers), a BBC program manager, comes bearing the unmerciful news: a ten-ton truck will collide with Sister George's motor bike, and the entire country town will go into mourning at the loss of their beloved nurse...
...wise and felicitous, they can also be foolish and frantic, fraught with nerve-frazzling doubts and despairs, somber with peril and melancholy. The middle-ager usually knows better than to stay up till 4 a.m., but he sometimes finds himself waking up at 4 or 5 a.m. in a swivet of inexplicable panic. He has reached the age of what T. S. Eliot called...