Word: vulgars
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...mails, along with a "newsletter" called Liaison and a socalled psychological study titled The Housewife's Handbook on Selective Promiscuity. Ginzburg's Lawyer Sidney Dickstein argued that the court could find "social importance" merely by reading the testimony of assorted literary eminences. While conceding that Liaison was "vulgar" and "sophomoric" ("But that's no reason to put a man in jail"), Dickstein called Handbook "useful" to women "whose normal sexual drives beset them with anxiety...
...York has welcomed Wolfe as the traditional Outsider come to tell them about themselves. Confusing him with camp, pop art, underground movies, and whatever else is au courant, they've honeyed him into a parlor gadfly, who describes the vital, vulgar, exotic American Now which is as far from their sphere of knowledge or comprehension as Ulan Bator. He himself admits that his readership significantly overlaps with that of his hated New Yorker...
...white-turbaned Foreign Minister Swaran Singh led his delegation out of the Security Council.* Hooted Pakistan's Bhutto: "The Indian dogs have gone home, not from Kashmir, but from the Security Council." From India, Prime Minister Lai Bahadur Shastri shot back that Bhutto's blunt remarks were "vulgar, dirty and uncivilized...
Biographer FitzGibbon tactfully underplays the vulgar melodrama that embarrasses the last act in the tragedy of Dylan Thomas: the sniggery arrival in the U.S. ("I am here in pursuit of my lifelong quest for naked women in wet mackintoshes") and the staggery progress from bottle to bottle, bed to bed, that exhausted his forces and the funds his family so desperately needed. FitzGibbon suggests instead what most clucking literati have chosen to ignore: that in the last years of his life this pintpot Pan with the archangelic voice may have done as much for poetry by reciting...
...used her Beacon Street music room as a showcase for young performers, once staged a matinee prizefight for Back Bay's society ladies, who had naturally never been allowed by their husbands to see such a vulgar spectacle. "It was for a purse of $150," reminisced Referee Jack Sheean, "and I matched Knucksey Doherty of Donegal Square with Tim Harrington of Cambridge and told them to be themselves. I figured some of those sedate, quietly dressed society women would scream or faint, but the vestal virgins in the Coliseum never looked on with more calm than these high...