Word: wittedly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Though western wonders often wallow when warring with the weevil of eastern ice, Crimson wigglers Peter Anton and Bob Kelly have whetted the whim of coach Carter with wit and little wobble while wrestling with the rinks, wishfully called slopes. With work the pair will leave watchers wonderous with their winter winging...
...flying car, in fact, is much like what is wrong with The Man with the Golden Gun and what has been wrong with the whole Bond series for a while. Overtricky, uninspired, these exercises show the strain of stretching fantasy well past wit. The best Bonds, like the car that twirls, were sly without quite getting silly. The best Bonds also had Sean Connery, whose absence is sorely felt here. An actor of considerable resource, Connery played 007 with just the right combination of conviction and detachment. He also had a self-mocking aplomb that would be hard to duplicate...
...public rallies are more of the same. Deadly serious, Jobert could almost be making a budget presentation. He rattles in a monotone through "my analysis of the situation" or a "brief analysis." But he has a certain malicious wit. When asked why he had not mentioned the name of his rival, President Giscard d'Estaing, once in the 310 pages of his memoirs, Jobert replied: "The name of the President of the Republic was too long to write...
...unto Winston Churchill by Richard Burton on the eve of his starring role in The Gathering Storm. Shaw wrote that Caesar "bought men with words," but Sir Alec, talking about the play, sounded like a translation from Latin: "Anything that is reasonably civilized is likely to have an underlying wit." Somewhat more intense in her approach, Bujold studied Sir Alec's every gesture, the better to play her own part. She watched him admiringly as he delivered his soliloquies; at other times she dared to curl up to the distant Guinness in the manner, as Caesar says to Cleopatra...
George Santayana, that New England Spaniard, was such an outside-insider. So is Wilfrid Sheed, who-to his public's edification and entertainment -cannot make up his mind whether he will sound like an Oxford-trained critic, an Irish pub wit, a defrocked Catholic priest or a simply first-rate novelist. In any role, he is never more than, say, three-quarters American...