Word: angular
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...stories that no one knew he had written, working at the dull routine of the Custom House to provide for his family, and emerging in his early middle age ... to take part in a contemporary world he had scarcely known existed." Says Robert Cantwell: "Such a portrait, with its angular shadows, its El Greco distortions . . . is in itself an interesting product of the American imagination ... but I found it less and less like Hawthorne the more I learned...
Georgia O'Keeffe spends half of each year in Manhattan and the other six months in New Mexico's canyon country -an equally steep and angular land. She has painted both homes with appropriate simplicity. Her Manhattan oils (many of them done from a window of the midtown Hotel Shelton) were pavement-hard and needle-sharp...
Vegetarians & Geniuses. In the Boston of the 1840s there could be found every variety of reformer, revolutionist and enthusiast: God-intoxicated Transcendentalists, fire-eating and angular Abolitionists, chest-heaving Fourierists, nutty nudists, and somber lady reformers whose figures Henry James was later aspishly to describe as having "no more outline than a bundle of hay." But in the midst of all this intellectual mooning there was great and solid achievement; this was the New England of Emerson and Hawthorne, of Thoreau, Lowell and Longfellow-the golden age of American letters...
Three months ago, earnest, angular Editor Ben McKelway of the Washington Star called one of his reporters on the carpet. To 29-year-old Tom G. Buchanan Jr., who covered the medical beat, the boss put one question: Are you a Communist? Reporter Buchanan, an ex-Army captain, replied that he was (an admission that most good Communists regard as naive). McKelway carefully assured Buchanan that his work had been satisfactory. Then he fired...
...then comes Tilly Cuff. An angular, screechy older cousin of Mrs. Brocken, this creature, "yellow as a plucked chicken," is a busybody who can "scent a private conversation as a cat scents fish." Her cheeks hideously rouged, her arms like drumsticks and her gown some 20 years behind the fashion, Tilly barges into the well-arranged life of Chipping Lodge to create havoc. Mrs. Brocken has invited her because she has a guilty recollection of having, in girlhood days, maliciously prevented Tilly from accepting the one marriage offer ever to come her way. Now, as recompense, quixotic Mrs. Brocken proposes...