Word: wildness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...next Byrd. William III, committed sins far graver, in the family's view, than the mere stealing of kisses. He blew the family fortune through gambling and wild spending, lost Westover, committed suicide on New Year's Day, 1777. As a French and Indian War colonel, however, he had fought so gallantly that his portrait hangs today in the restored Colonial Capitol in Williamsburg. Most tourists are happily unaware that in the Revolutionary War his sympathies were with George...
...surged to greet Ben Bella's plane when it touched down at Maison Blanche Airport that an Algerian army officer in a paratroop uniform fired a tommy gun in the air to clear a path for him. With sirens screaming, 30 motorcycle cops led the motorcade on a wild ride into downtown Algiers. Switching lanes with abandon and totally disregarding one-way street signs, the cars alternately sped along at 60 m.p.h. or were caught in bumper-to-bumper jams as the screaming populace boiled forward to see its new leader. Finally the caravan reached the prefecture...
...moods. But now the critics are cheering the "Proms"−and so is a new set of fans. This summer Albert Hall is echoing to 50 works entirely new to Prom audiences−some of them classical, some contemporary, but all demonstrating what Guardian Critic Neville Cardus calls "the wild, bold and enterprising throw of Mr. Clock's net." As Cardus and his fellow critics are happily aware, Net Thrower Clock−of the British Broadcasting Corp.−is, at 54, the most influential man dispensing music in Britain...
...might lean out over the edge of a high building but with no special or constant desire not to fall . . . without guidance, balance, coordination, my ideas and impressions and desires, which are much larger than I can begin to get to paper, are loose in my brains like wild beasts of assorted sizes and ferocities, not devouring each other but in the process tearing the zoo to parts . . . Without scrupulousness I am damned forever...
Scott Fitzgerald wrote short stories with the speed of a tabloid rewrite man, and for the journeyman's unvarying reason: to satisfy a desperate and constant need for money. The legend is familiar; when dun notes piled too high during the bright, wild days with Zelda, Scott could lock himself in a room and come out next morning with a story salable...