Word: yorkers
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...bounces around onstage as a middle-aged New Yorker containing a wastrel screaming to be let out. Mostly he resembles an overweight wrestling coach, or the boy next door who ate too much of too many Sunday dinners. "I come from an old-fashioned Italian family, where we used to sit down for Sunday dinner at 2 and get up at 7." Which explains the 250 lbs. spread over his 5-ft. 10-in. frame. What it does not explain is how a nice, fat Italian boy from The Bronx became an overnight success on Broadway after 22 years...
Charles de Gaulle once likened him to Mephistopheles. Françoise Giroud, editor in chief of L'Express, said that he was "as gracious as a cactus." The New Yorker's Genêt noted his "cold genius for integrity." Others have described him as an "instrument of precision," as being "passionately lucid," and as "totally lacking in ambition or vanity." Last week Hubert Beuve-Méry stepped down from the job that had made him the object of such attention, if not always affection. At 67-25 years to the day after he founded...
...birth control on the ground that it encouraged lust. Nor are the feminists of the Pill generation particularly partisans of the sexual revolution. "In a way, the relaxation of sexual mores just makes a woman's life more difficult," contends Ellen Willis, rock music critic for The New Yorker and militant feminist. "If she is not cautious about sex, she is likely to get hurt; if she is too cautious, she will lose her man to more obliging women. Either way, her decision is based partly on fear and calculation, not on her spontaneous needs and desires...
...Fortune Cookies. Mencken's denudation of America's Sunday-go-to-meeting image was carried out with wit and a once admired prose style. Harold Ross of The New Yorker said that he was "the most enlightened man writing today." That praise now seems a shade inconsequential-as if a potentially great pianist had squandered his digital gifts as a pinball virtuoso. In truth, Mencken worked hard at his prose but had the autodidact's fatal fondness for the fancy word. As for the flowers of wit culled by Carl Bode, a professor of English...
Finally, it just got too cold to hang around any longer, and, feeling like a New Yorker narrator, we said goodbye to the cops and told them we'd be seeing them around...