He appeared to become grosser,--almost cloddish
. If aught of interest or beauty--even ruined beauty--had heretofore been visible in this man, the beholder might now begin to doubt it, and to accuse his own imagination of deluding him with whatever grace had flickered over that visage, and whatever exquisite lustre had gleamed in those filmy eyes.
following a New York Times article which revealed the company's cloddish
response to the disinformation and hacking campaigns during the 2016 election, Recode reports, citing critics.
Our thoughts, on the contrary, were fast becoming cloddish
He wears massive specs, and marches about with a kind of cloddish
I must acknowledge, though, an important new streak among Americans from all quarters, from senior political leaders in Washington who once shaped the cloddish
war on terror, and senior think tank and donor foundation officials, to professors, students, journalists and members of the public I have engaged in many discussions in recent months.
Few now would not think of the American television comedy series Hogan's Heroes (1965-71), which adopted the Cold War dichotomy of good German/bad Nazi and in which Klemperer plays the bumbling Colonel Klink and Banner is cast as the cloddish
Having earned his legit chops (in "Equus" and "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying"), the grown-up teen idol turns in a warm, sympathetic performance as the sweet-tempered but broken-bodied "cripple" who has long resigned himself to the gleeful cruelty of his cloddish
Even his name is a kind of joke, when the aristocratic pretensions of "Magersfontein" runs into the cloddish
thump of "Lugg."
Are we then still too timid, or too afraid, to confront him squarely?"; "We are not ready for them, say the Keepers of the Keys, we are too sensitive or squeamish, too cloddish
, too undiscerning" (54, 56).
Germany is currently experiencing a profound, if subtle, shift in its dealings with the pastlook no further than Gunter Grass' cloddish
cri de coeur against Israel, "What Must Be Said," which provoked an impassioned debate about the limits of national guilt.
Barsk must, with the lumbering assistance of the cloddish
Stieg and Henning (one of the slew of inside jokes littering the book), find the answers before everything, quite literally, blows up.