30 Synonyms for « ostentatious »

It was the Syrian Christians who, in their desire to outvie the boastful arrogance of their Latin neighbours, together with many apochryphal tales invented a letter from this dignitary to some of the sovereigns of Europe, including the Pope.

There’s lots of fancy beasts all over that love their classy clothes, princely titles...and, racing trallés...Some fancy beasts favor the laces of Matuch and Framm, or the brocades of Sonivad and velvets of Potwigg, or Rotter crystal and wine, but almost anywhere, the fancies covet racing trallés.”

He would be the most conspicuous figure in the great, new building, apart from Colfax himself.

Rough laughter came from the front of the chamber, where Camon sat with a half-dozen cronies enjoying a typical afternoon of ale and crass jokes.

After I had learned a great many interesting things about the life and habits of the children of the sea—how in the midst of dashing waves the little polyps build the beautiful coral isles of the Pacific, and the foraminifera have made the chalk-hills of many a land—my teacher read me “The Chambered Nautilus,” and showed me that the shell-building process of the mollusks is symbolical of the development of the mind.

The latter appreciated this, for he was egotistic to the roots, but it did not develop a sense of loyalty in him.

It was a revenue, too, of a nature to excite in human avidity the most extravagant expectation of still greater riches.

It was certainly an odd contrast between the flamboyant style of the Canon of Tercanbury and the clumsy shuffling of Lord Stonehenge, ill-dressed and untidy, who immediately followed.

—And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, haven’t we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that’s dead?

At that moment, we heard footsteps outside, and Dr. Wilkins, Mrs. Inglethorp’s own doctor, a portly, fussy little man, came bustling in.

It means a garish embroidery on the big scheme of life; a clog on the forward march of a strong and courageous nation.

Suddenly he recognised her, crushed and ashamed in her humiliation and gaudy finery, meekly awaiting her turn to say good-bye to her dying father.

I was greatly touched, and disappointed too, for I had expected that we should be quite gay on this happy and long-looked-for occasion.

The figure he makes in history is one of almost incredible self-conceit, of vanity, greed, and cunning, of callous contempt and disregard of all who trusted him, and of a grandiose aping of Csar, Alexander, and Charlemagne, which would be purely comic if it were not caked over with human blood.

There were a few middle-aged and even elderly women in the train, their silver-wiry hair and wrinkled faces, scourged by time and trouble, having almost a grotesque, certainly a pathetic, appearance in such a jaunty situation.

She never spoke very loud, and at the time I speak of was sitting harmlessly chattering to herself.

With all the security which love of another and disesteem of him could give to the peace of mind he was attacking, his continued attentions—continued, but not obtrusive, and adapting themselves more and more to the gentleness and delicacy of her character—obliged her very soon to dislike him less than formerly.

These people and their like gave the pompous Russell Square merchant pompous dinners back again.

Even his brother had told him repeatedly that he was pretentious and vulgar, and he thought it only the sneer of a man who could not appreciate great qualities.

But he did smile again, and what a spectacular show it was.

Time did recognize that “the alarm caused by these … viruses was amplifiedby two groups with a vested interest in making the threat seem as dramatic aspossible”—the computer security specialists and the computer press, “acollection of highly competitive weekly tabloids that have seized on the storylike pit bulls, covering every outbreak with breathless copy and splashy headlines.”

It was sleek, sporty, and a little dangerous, much like its owner.

And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

It's a swanky boarding school, for chrissakes.

Archer knew most of the "fellows who wrote," the musicians and the painters: he met them at the Century, or at the little musical and theatrical clubs that were beginning to come into existence.

I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.

Tony Baltz, a character actor who was nominated for a Best Supporting Oscar a decade ago, and had since refused to consider anything that’s not a lead role.

When she recovered we went uptown and had an ice cream.

It was in vain.

Mr. Micawber’s feelings would never allow him to dispose of them; and Clickett’—this was the girl from the workhouse—‘being of a vulgar mind, would take painful liberties if so much confidence was reposed in her.