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...count there was never much doubt, and Long's marathon defense served only to turn a painful exercise into an unseemly ordeal that ended by depriving Dodd of even the last vestige of dignity. Often sentimental, Dodd eventually pleaded his cause with the mawkishness of a white-haired Uriah Heep. "How many times do you want to hang me?" he asked his colleagues. "If you want to do it, be done with it-be done with it! Do away with me, and that will be the end! But in the twilight of my life-and how many years...
...hasn't the guts to come right out and say them himself. Even a man with the morals of a baboon and the guts of a butterfly could not do anything sneakier or more cowardly than that: it would bring a blush to the cheeks of Uriah Heep...
...Uriah Heep. Despite the ego-building assignments, there were inevitably frustrations and uncertainties. For the first session of the 89th Congress-the better part of 1965-Johnson wanted Humphrey to spend much of his time at the Capitol doing convoy duty on the passage of Great Society legislation. He had vast knowledge of the Senate and the issues, and excellent relations with many members of Congress. Yet Humphrey found, as Johnson had as Vice President, that his influence had largely evaporated. "I am in the club," as he put it, "but no longer a member." He had little to offer...
Mere Mannerisms. Half a dozen variations on this theme help to dispel any notion of Dickens as irrepressibly comic. Other "best stories" of Editor Zabel's choosing include second-rate ghost thrillers and third-rate detective stories. At novel length, Dickens could create memorable caricatures, e.g., Mr. Micawber, Uriah Heep, Madame Defarge. In the short stories, his characters are mere mannerisms. In the novels, Mr. Pickwick and Sam Weller produce idiosyncratic dialogue; in the short stories there is only an endless chatty...
Willis Wayde's fiber proves much tougher than the thinning Harcourt strain, and Bess would like to love him-but how can she really love this solemn youngster who reminds her of Uriah Heep? She drops him for a gentleman who plays good tennis and wears the right kind of white ducks. At that point, a chilling transformation begins in Willis. Slowly his eagerness turns to cold ambition, his good manners into a calculating weapon, his yen to be like the Harcourts into an unconscious drive to destroy them...