He was not perhaps endowed with the most perfect of self-critical faculties and published rather too much work that was below his best.
If integrity is nothing more than the perfect integration of self, however, it is hard to see how one can automatically deny Harold's integrity.
But in Watermill's main rehearsal space Mr. Meese remained a perfect picture of self-possession.
With a delicious lack of irony, the programme says the piece reaches a "near perfect state of self-referentiality".
So if the government is right, Shkreli ended up paying his investors back, in part, with money they themselves helped provide — a perfect circle of self-dealing fraud.
Reid Paley pounds basic chords and bellows his songs as he plays the role of the hard-drinking misanthrope, aiming for the perfect combination of self-pity and spite.
Pounding basic chords out of his acoustic guitar and singing in a brutal bellow, Reid Paley plays to the hilt the role of the hard-drinking misanthrope, aiming for the perfect combination of self-pity and spite.
Reid Paley pounds basic chords from his acoustic guitar and bellows his songs as he plays the role of the hard-drinking misanthrope, aiming for the perfect combination of self-pity and spite.
It struck me then, and still strikes me now, as a perfect example of self-parody, a condensed lampoon of all that writer's worst tendencies towards needless iconoclasm, exasperation, sensationalism, exaggeration and the hoovering up of current news items: like so many opinionistas, Greer can never see the wrong end of a stick without trying to grab it with both hands.
"It was towards the end of this same year that Thomas first began to write poetry himself," Haines recorded, "and he did so certainly on the indirect, and I believe on the direct, suggestion of Frost, who thought that verse might prove that perfect mode of self-expression which Thomas had perhaps never previously found".
In a perfect piece of self-mythology, its author claimed he'd typed it on to one continuous 120ft taped-together roll of teleprinter paper in a manic three-week writing jag in the spring of 1951, sustained by pea soup, coffee and "bennies" (indeed he did originally and the hallowed scroll still exists and is currently on display in the British Library).
