Word: angers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...estimation, Mr. Nasser of Egypt is a handsome hero who is braving the unwarranted aggression of a little democracy called Israel. With his portrait plastered all over the front cover of your Sept. 26 issue, you paint him as a man of great restraint, who withholds his anger despite the torments inflicted upon...
...Overnight the West worked out a common strategy. Molotov had accepted the onus of keeping Germany divided: the West would therefore see to it that the onus stuck. Promptly at 4 p.m., the conference came to order and Harold Macmillan took the floor. His voice was icy with anger...
...editorialize on the news without mentioning Townsend by name, commended Margaret for doing what was "expected of her." The self-appointed leader of the opposite side, the brash tabloid Daily Mirror, proclaimed: "A crisis has come to the serene cloisters of the Church of England. Slowly, a wave of anger mounts against the Primate, bringing with it a tide of doubt about the teachings of the church on divorce." The Archbishop of Canterbury, appearing on a TV interview,* insisted that he himself had had nothing to do with the Princess' decision. "Of course," he said, "she took advice...
...annual education conference: "The most tragic proposal ever made in a presumably intelligent land is that the South solve the great public problem of desegregation by putting an end to public education-indeed, to all education so far as the overwhelming majority of the people are concerned . . . The anger of those who propose such drastic remedies . . . should be understood, too, as something beyond secession from the Union. What they urge is secession from civilization . . . No land indeed has ever been so clearly warned by its own past as to the fatal futility of flight from intellectualism as the American South...
Novelist Dennis will give no comfort to those who simply want to cling to familiar values. He laughs at everybody, including ex-Communists and the church. But he writes neither in sorrow nor in anger and achieves not so much a traditional novel as a rather special entertainment, with intellectual vaudeville acts now and then stopping the story cold. In the end, the Identity CIub breaks up in unseemly haste when a cop drops in for a look around. The blazing, devilish farce is over, a nightmare so cleverly contrived and keenly written that the reader who looks only...