George Gissing,
New Grub Street
“ Flippancy, the most hopeless form of intellectual vice, was a characterising note of Mr Fadge’s periodical; ”
George Gissing,
New Grub Street
“ Flippancy, the most hopeless form of intellectual vice, was a characterising note of Mr Fadge’s periodical; ”
“ No one can ever say of her that she has tried to separate flippancy from fiction, and whatever harsh criticisms may be passed on the construction of her sentences, she at least possesses that one touch of vulgarity that makes the whole world kin. ”
Charles G. Ross,
The Writing of News
“ A pathetic story loses its power if it descends to pathos; a humorous story must be something more than mere flippancy. There is special need that the writer choose his words carefully. Perhaps the best prescription for all kinds of human-interest stories, especially those designed to arouse the reader’s sympathy, is to write simply and naturally. False emotion is easily detected. Here again the writer should remember that the short, Anglo-Saxon words are the most effective. ”
Various, The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16…
“ When this mental disease assumes the form of flippancy, it renders a young person happily unconscious that Nature has any stores of wisdom which she has not thought fit to deposit in his cranium, or that his mind can properly assume any other attitude towards an opponent than that of placid and pitying contempt. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ She's the devil, Flippanta.Flip. You like your neighbour's better.Mon. Oh!—--an angel.Flip. What pity it is the law don't allow trucking!Mon. If it did, Flippanta!Flip. But since it don't, Sir——keep the reins upon your passion: Don't let your flame rage too high, lest my lady shou'd be cruel, and it should dry you up to a mummy.Mon. 'Tis impossible she can be so barbarous, to let me die. Alas, Flippanta, a very small matter wou'd save my life.Flip. Then y'are dead—for we women never grant any thing to a man who will be satisfied with a little. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ But you should consider, Flippanta, that the more one's alone, the more one thinks; and 'tis thinking that improves a girl. I'll have you to know, when I was younger than I am now, by more than I'll boast of, I thought of things would have made you stare again.Flip. Well, since you are so well versed in your business, I suppose I need not inform you, that if you don't write your gallant an answer—he'll die.Cor. Nay, now, Flippanta, I confess you tell me something I did not know before. Do you speak in serious sadness? Are men given to die, if their mistresses are sour to 'em? ”
Henry Ossian Flipper,
Henry Ossian Flipper, the Colored Cadet at West Point
“ Flipper is described as a little bow-legged grif of the most darkly coppery hue, and of a general pattern that even the most enthusiastic would find it hard to adopt. Flipper is not destined to uphold the virtues and graces of his color in the salons of Boston and New York, then, nor can he hope to escape the disagreeably conspicuous solitude he now inhabits among his fellow-officers through any of those agencies of usage and familiarity which would result if other Flippers were to follow him into the army and help to dull the edge of the innovation. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ Flip. Something will make your heart chuck within you.Cor. My dear Flippanta!Flip. What do you think it is?Cor. I don't know, nor I don't care, but I'm mad to have it.Flip. It's a four corner'd thing.Cor. What, like a cardinal's cap?Flip. No, 'tis worth a whole conclave of 'em. How do you like it? [Shewing the letter.Car. O Lard, a letter!—--Is there ever a token in it?Flip. Yes, and a precious one too. There's a handsome young gentleman's heart.Cor. A handsome young gentleman's heart! [Aside.] Nay, then 'tis time to look grave. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ Flip. The devil!Mon. O, but then consider how 'tis on her side, Flippanta. She ruins me with washing, is always out of humour, ever wanting money, and will never be older.Flip. That last article, I must confess, is a little hard upon you.Mon. Ah, Flippanta, didst thou but know the daily provocations I have, thoud'st be the first to excuse my faults. But now I think on't——Thou art none of my friend, thou dost not love me at all; no, not at all.Flip. And whither is this little reproach going to lead us now?Mon. You have power over your fair mistress, Flippanta. ”
W. Warde Fowler, Tales of the birds
“ Thereupon the Professor and Peter went down stairs, and Flip could hear no more. He felt sick at heart. Even if this was Pipi, it was clear enough he was going to die. If he got nothing better than crumbs and milk, how in the name of all that’s feathered was he going to live? “What stupid creatures these men-folks are!” thought Flip; and perhaps he was not far wrong. But he did not know what a professor meant, and he was not aware that the genial old gentleman from the distant University knew almost as much about the food of willow-warblers as he did himself. ”
Frank L. Packard,
The Miracle Man
(1914)
“ The Flopper halted and turned himself about, while his left hand swept his livid face, brushing from it the spurting drops, sweeping back the damp, tangled hair from his eyes—faced them till they saw an agony on human countenance that struck, stabbing, to their souls—faced them while his eyes traversed the long, long line of ghastly white faces before him, out of which eyes everywhere, row on row of them, straining, fixed, fascinated, seemed to burn like living fires as they held him in their focus. ”
Temple Bailey,
The Trumpeter Swan
“ They came to Pavilion Hill to find the boarders like the chorus in light opera very picturesque in summer dresses and summer flannels, and with Mrs. Paine in a broad hat playing the part of leading lady. Mr. Flippin, who was high-priest at all of the county barbecues, was superintending the roasting of a whole pig, and Mrs. Flippin had her mind on hot biscuits. The young mulatto, Daisy, and Mandy's John, with the negroes from the Paine household, were setting the long tables under the trees. ”
Charles Dickens,
The Uncommercial Traveller
“ Not an opinion could be elicited from the Long-lost, in unison with the sentiments of any individual present. He contradicted Flipfield dead, before he had eaten his salmon. He had no idea—or affected to have no idea—that it was his brother’s birthday, and on the communication of that interesting fact to him, merely wanted to make him out four years older than he was. He was an antipathetical being, with a peculiar power and gift of treading on everybody’s tenderest place. ”
Henry Harland,
The Royal End: A Romance
“ I don't know what recondite meanings you may attach to 'flirting'; but when a young woman hangs upon a man's accents, as if his lips were bright Apollo's lute strung with his hair, and responds with her own most animated conversation, and makes her very handsomest eyes at him, and falls one by one into all her most becoming poses, and appears rapt into oblivion of the presence of other people—flirting is what ordinary dictionary-fed English folk call it. ”
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Flappers and Philosophers
“ Wicked clubman making eyes at virtuous flapper. Virtuous flapper conclusively vamped by his lurid past. Plans to meet him at Palm Beach. Foiled by anxious uncle.""Will you tell me why the devil you want to marry him?""I'm sure I couldn't say," said Audits shortly. "Maybe because he's the only man I know, good or bad, who has an imagination and the courage of his convictions. Maybe it's to get away from the young fools that spend their vacuous hours pursuing me around the country. But as for the famous Russian bracelet, you can set your mind at rest on that score. ”
Miles Franklin,
My Brilliant Career
“ My curious ideas regarding human equality gave me confidence. My theory is that the cripple is equal to the giant, and the idiot to the genius. As, if on account of his want of strength the cripple is subservient to the giant, the latter, on account of that strength, is compelled to give in to the cripple. So with the dolt and the man of brain, so with Mrs M’Swat and me. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ In short, he may think what he pleases, he may think himself wise: but thoughts are free, and I may think in my turn. I'm but a girl, 'tis true, and a fool too, if you believe him; but let him know, a foolish girl may make a wise man's heart ache; so he had as good be quiet—Now it's out——Flip. Very well, I love to see a young woman have spirit, it's a sign she'll come to something.Cor. Ah, Flippanta, if you wou'd but encourage me, you'll find me quite another thing. I'm a devilish girl in the bottom ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ I'll be within call, if things run high. [Ex. Flip.Enter Gripe. Gripe. O ho!—--are you there, i'faith? Madam, your humble servant, I'm very glad to see you at home. I thought I should never have had that honour again.Clar. Good-morrow, my dear, how d'ye do? Flippanta says you are out of humour, and that you have a mind to quarrel with me: Is it true? ha!—--I have a terrible pain in my head, I give you notice on't beforehand.Gripe. And how the pox shou'd it be otherwise? It's a wonder you are not dead [as a' wou'd you were, Aside.] with the life you lead. Are you not ashamed? ”
Henry Ossian Flipper,
Henry Ossian Flipper, the Colored Cadet at West Point
“ If he doesn't serve I'll make it so hot for him he'll wish he'd never heard of West Point."Is it not strange how these models of mankind, these our superiors, strive to thrust upon each other what they do not want themselves? It is a meanness, a baseness, an unworthiness from which I should shrink. It would be equally astonishing that men ever submit to it, were it not that they are plebes, and therefore thus easily imposed upon. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ Alas, what signifies beauty and wit, when one dares neither jilt the men nor abuse the women? 'Tis a sad thing, Flippanta, when wit's confin'd, 'tis worse than the rising of the lights; I have been sometimes almost choak'd with scandal, and durst not cough it up for want of being a countess. ”
Jerome K. Jerome,
Tommy and Co
“ Flipp, passing him on the steps, did not know him, the tall, sunburnt gentleman with the sweet, grave-faced little girl.“Seen that face somewhere before,” mused Flipp, as at the corner of Bedford Street he climbed into a hansom, “seen it somewhere on a thinner man.”For Dick Danvers, that he did not recognise Flipp, there was more excuse. A very old young man had Flipp become at thirty. Flipp no longer enjoyed popular journalism. He produced it. ”
Charles Dickens,
The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit
(1844)
“ It occurred to John as a very bright thought, to make inquiry at the steward's office, to whom the chambers belonged, or by whom they were held; but he came back no wiser than he went, the answer being, "Mr. Fips, of Austin Friars." "After all, Tom, I begin to think it lies no deeper than this. Fips is an eccentric man; has some knowledge of Pecksniff; despises him, of course; has heard or seen enough of you to know that you are the man he wants; and engages you in his own whimsical manner." ”
Bernard Capes, The story of Fifine (1914)
“ Not that I was wrathful with Fifine, but with Fate. However unexceptionable my motives, it would not allow me, it seemed, the unequivocal expression of them, but must always be impelling me to say the provocative thing when I had meant only the playful. At least, so I told myself; but then one is not always quite honest in one’s self-confidences. It is extraordinary how gullible we can be when our own inclinations prompt us to mischief. ”
John Vanbrugh,
Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh…
“ Flip. If he's kind, you must provoke him; if he kisses you, spit in his face.Clar. Alas, when men are in the kissing fit, (like lap-dogs) they take that for a favour.Flip. Nay, then, I don't know what you'll do with him.Clar. I'll e'en do nothing at all with him——Flippanta. ”
Henry Ossian Flipper,
Henry Ossian Flipper, the Colored Cadet at West Point
“ And if he does not die of overeating until those invite him to dine with them, he will live to a good old age. Let him take the fate of the recognized leader of his race, Fred Douglass, as an example, and steer clear of his too demonstrative friends. Experience shows that so long as they can use him, they will be very profuse in their professions of friendship; but when that is done all is done, and he will find himself completely cast aside. If Flipper sees these words, let him mark our prediction. ”
D. H. Lawrence,
Birds, Beasts and Flowers
“ But now they stitch to adorn the bursten fig, not to cover it. They have their nakedness more than ever on their mind, And they won’t let us forget it. Now, the secret Becomes an affirmation through moist, scarlet lips That laugh at the Lord’s indignation. What then, good Lord! cry the women. We have kept our secret long enough. We are a ripe fig. ”
Joseph Addison,
The Spectator, Volume 2
“ They whom my Correspondent calls Male Coquets, shall hereafter be called Fribblers. A Fribbler is one who professes Rapture and Admiration for the Woman to whom he addresses, and dreads nothing so much as her Consent. His Heart can flutter by the Force of Imagination, but cannot fix from the Force of Judgment. ”
Benjamin Homer Hall, A Collection of College Words and Customs
“ A correspondent from Williams College says: "Flunk is the common word when some unfortunate man makes an utter failure in recitation. He fizzles when he stumbles through at last." Another from Union writes: "If you have been lazy, you will probably fizzle." A writer in the Yale Literary Magazine thus humorously defines this word: "Fizzle. To rise with modest reluctance, to hesitate often, to decline finally; generally, to misunderstand the question."—Vol. XIV. p. 144.My dignity is outraged at beholding those who fizzle and flunk in my presence tower above me.—The Yale Banger, Oct. ”
Henry James, The Better Sort (1903)
“ But the homely at Flickerbridge was all style, even as style at the same time was mere honesty. The larger, the smaller past—he scarce knew which to call it—was at all events so hushed to sleep round him as he wrote that he had almost a bad conscience about having come. How one might love it, but how one might spoil it! To look at it too hard was positively to make it conscious, and to make it conscious was positively to wake it up. ”
John D. Philbrick, The American Union Speaker
“ To wave the hand from us, the palm outward, is the gesture of repulsion, aversion, dismissal. To shake the fist at one signifies anger and defiance and threatening. The hands are clasped or wrung in deep sorrow, and outstretched with the palms inward to indicate welcoming, approving, and receiving. In shame, the hand is placed before the eyes; in earnestness and ardor, the hands reach forward; in joy, they are thrown up, widely apart; in exultation and triumph, the right hand is waved above the head. ”
D. H. Lawrence,
Birds, Beasts and Flowers
“ And then the fig has kept her secret long enough. So it explodes, and you see through the fissure the scarlet. And the fig is finished, the year is over. That’s how the fig dies, showing her crimson through the purple slit Like a wound, the exposure of her secret, on the open day. Like a prostitute, the bursten fig, making a show of her secret. That’s how women die too. The year is fallen over-ripe, The year of our women. The year of our women is fallen over-ripe. ”
“ Our joys are your joys and our indignations are yours.” “What IS the matter, PLEASE?” the girl repeated. Their “indignations” opened up a gulf; it flashed upon her, with a shock of mortification for the belated idea, that something would have come out: a piece in the paper, from Mr. Flack, about her portrait and even a little about herself. But that was only more mystifying, for certainly Mr. Flack could only have published something pleasant—something to be proud of. ”
Octave Mirbeau,
The Diary of a Chambermaid
(1900)
“ I was much put out by this accident, and furious; furious against myself, against William, against Eugénie, against Madame, against everybody. Curious and inexplicable thing,—instead of clinging and holding fast to my place, which would have been easy with a type like Madame, I had buried myself deeper in my stupidity, and, cheeking it through, I had rendered irreparable that which could have been repaired. What strange things take place in one at certain moments! It passes understanding. ”
