Pretentious

`Mission' sounds like a pretentious word, but that's just what it is.” Stu: “Is that it, Ralph?” Ralph: “There's a little more.” Sue: “If he actually starts to live his cover story, Nick, how-in the hell will he know when it's time to come back?” Ralph: “Pardon me, ma'am, but it looks like that's what some of this is about.” Sue: “Oh.” Nick (read by Ralph): “Tom can be given a post-hypnotic suggestion before we send him out.

Given to mystical preoccupations, this android proposed the group escape attempt, underwriting it ideologically with a pretentious fiction as to the sacredness of so-called android "life."

Alas, he who knows the heart finds out how poor, helpless, pretentious, and blundering even the best and deepest love is—he finds that it rather destroys than saves!—It is possible that under the holy fable and travesty of the life of Jesus there is hidden one of the most painful cases of the martyrdom of knowledge about love: the martyrdom of the most innocent and most craving heart, that never had enough of any human love, that demanded love, that demanded inexorably and frantically to be loved and nothing else, with terrible outbursts against those who refused him their love; the story of a poor soul insatiated and insatiable in love, that had to invent hell to send thither those who would not love him—and that at last, enlightened about human love, had to invent a God who is entire love, entire capacity for love—who takes pity on human love, because it is so paltry, so ignorant!

THE VISI-SONOR Ebling Mis’s house in a not-so-pretentious neighborhood of Terminus City was well known to the intelligentsia, literati, and just-plain-well-read of the Foundation.

That was your intent.” “They’re so damned pretentious!” Sheeana could only sympathize as she reflected on that confrontation.

There is character in spectacles—the pretentious tortoiseshell, the meek pince-nez of the school teacher, the twisted silver-framed glasses of the old villager.

I never meant that to be pretentious (and I hope it isn’t), but only as a way of showing how life influences art (and vice-versa).

“What surprises me,” he began, after a short pause, handing the letter to his mother, but not addressing anyone in particular, “is that he is a business man, a lawyer, and his conversation is pretentious indeed, and yet he writes such an uneducated letter.” They all started.

Near it, chipped at all the corners, was a miniature given him by Emma: her toilette seemed to him pretentious, and her languishing look in the worst possible taste.

General Dreedle’s views, expressed in less pretentious literary style, pleased ex-P.F.C.

Choosing the latter alternative, I began by making up my mind to leave the hotel, and to take up my quarters in some less pretentious and less expensive domicile.