Word: unkempt
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...grammar and high school and his first two years at Ohio State University, where he did little else than sit reading in the library with his hair in his eyes, looking like an emaciated sheep dog. After testing him, the psychology department reported that he had a remarkable memory. Unkempt, unloved and unknown, he was on his way to a Phi Beta Kappa key, perhaps to a life of scholarship...
...judgment was overly harsh. Though much of Bierce is intellectual dandruff from an unkempt ego, the best of the wit still sparkles, and a few true-eyed Civil War tales are at least as durable as war. Biographer Fatout fails to indicate the company Bierce keeps-Poe, Melville, Stephen Crane, H. L. Mencken-the slender, off-key tradition of pessimism in American life & letters. "Why should I remain in a country that is on the eve of woman's suffrage and prohibition?" sulked Bierce in 1912. The old (71) soldier wanted to see if Pancho Villa and his Mexicans...
...fellow men do when, without warning or explanation, all wives and daughters vanish from the face of the earth. A host of domestic chores such as he has never suspected fall into his philosophical lap; his shiny Miami home becomes a filthy, desolate, loveless stew, and Gaunt himself an unkempt, ragged relict in a life that has lost its meaning...
Reporter Shannon's articles, running in the Journal this week, began with Zebulon High School in Pike County, an unkempt building with creaking steps and crumbling plaster, and a rusty bell without a clapper. Close by stood its "lunchroom " a former Army barracks that sagged and leaned dangerously. Through 28 Georgia counties Reporter Shannon came upon a similar pattern of dirt and decay-"a theme," she wrote, "that plays almost like a broken record . . . over & over & over . . . in unfortunate Georgia schools...
...Vermont neighbors take no special notice of the heavy-set man with the big head of unkempt white hair. Occasionally they meet him on a back-country road, trudging along with an oddly catlike grace, wearing an old blue denim jacket and blue sneakers. They recognize the heavy, big-knuckled hand shaped to axhelve and pitchfork, the heavy shoulders hunched to the swing of a scythe. Vermonters find nothing outlandish or alarming about Robert Frost...