One's quite frozen and the other's an awful swaggerer
He was a man obviously on the way towards sixty, very florid and hairy, with much gray in his bushy whiskers and thick curly hair, a stoutish body which showed to disadvantage the somewhat worn joinings of his clothes, and the air of a swaggerer
, who would aim at being noticeable even at a show of fireworks, regarding his own remarks on any other person's performance as likely to be more interesting than the performance itself.
The hero, if one may call him so, who gives his name to the play, is a vain, silly swaggerer
But as the shades of night fell, Tony, the swaggerer
, lost his contempt for Maimie and eyed her fearfully, and no wonder, for with dark there came into her face a look that I can describe only as a leary look.
And there you are playing the swaggerer
to throw dust in our eyes
The superiority assumed by these vainglorious swaggerers
was, in general, tacitly admitted.
I'll no swaggerers
: I am in good name and fame with the very best: --shut the door;--there come no swaggerers
here: I have not lived all this while, to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.
He was none of your flippant young fellows, who would call for a tankard of mulled ale, and make themselves as much at home as if they had ordered a hogshead of wine; none of your audacious young swaggerers
, who would even penetrate into the bar--that solemn sanctuary--and, smiting old John upon the back, inquire if there was never a pretty girl in the house, and where he hid his little chambermaids, with a hundred other impertinences of that nature; none of your free-and-easy companions, who would scrape their boots upon the firedogs in the common room, and be not at all particular on the subject of spittoons; none of your unconscionable blades, requiring impossible chops, and taking unheard-of pickles for granted.
There were thirty thousand of us tatterdemalions against eighty thousand swaggerers
of Germans--fine tall men and well equipped; I can see them yet.
Picasso once said that 'painting is just another way of keeping a diary', but he was the type of swaggerer
for whom, like a politician, any form of diary involved an address to the public and to posterity.
Sebastian's entrance brings out the bathos of Charlemont's apostrophe to heaven and his misery: he calls him "wild swaggerer
," and comically condenses the moral lessons that Charlemont had been more ponderously enouncing: "'Twill humble the pride o' your mortality and arm your soul in complete patience to endure the weight of affliction without feeling it" (3.