Ellsworth M. Toohey had accepted the legacy and had turned it over, intact, to the "Workshop of Social Study," a progressive institute of learning where he held the post of lecturer on "Art as a Social Symptom."
She adored Austen Heller; he was, she stated, an oracle to all those pretending just the tiniest bit to the title of progressive intellectual, she thought—"don’t you?"—and she followed Heller like a zealot, "yes, literally, like a zealot."
He had no distaste for modern architecture and built cheerfully, when a rare client asked for it, bare boxes with flat roofs, which he called progressive; he built Roman mansions which he called fastidious; he built Gothic churches which he called spiritual.
It became amusing, at first, to accept "Monk" Toohey; then it became distinctive and progressive.
The civic leaders wished to be conspicuously progressive.
It’s about time this paper had a modem, liberal, progressive policy!
There are no more uses of "progressive" in the book.