Word: banditti
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...culprits of Enron and Tyco, WorldCom and Wall Street are now being described as the largest gang of upper-income banditti since the Ponzi, Insull, bank and bucket shop defendants of the early thirties. The recent peak-to-trough decline of nearly 75% in the tech-heavy Nasdaq also happens to represent the steepest decline in a major stock market index since the Dow Jones Industrial Average fell more than 80% between...
Although the ancestral search has not yet unearthed the proverbial skeleton, Varn says he did chance upon a few colorful progenitors, a group of roguish "banditti" who cavorted along the Mexican border during the Civil...
...land of Michelangelo, Garibaldi and the Medicis there reigns a vast and unusual variety of contemporary heroes. The Italians idolize Grand Prix drivers, artists, novelists and occasionally Sicilian banditti. They fall barely short of adoring Nino Benvenuti, the boxing champion. They lavish attention on their celebrated movie directors-Antonioni, Fellini, Rossellini. And who, of course, could overlook Gina or Sophia...
...money on the world's racing circuits this year, there is one 3000 coupe that is worth its weight in lira back home. For years Rome's Questura security cops found themselves choking on crooks' exhaust fumes in their put-putting Fiats. But now, basta, banditti! In its own garage on the Via Nazionale sits a shiny black Ferrari with bulletproof windshield, a radio always tuned to headquarters, and enough notches in its tailpipe to frighten the Mafia. Last week it roared out to overhaul a crook in a Jaguar fleeing Rome with $160,000 worth...
...drawings. Benjamin Robert Haydon, the historical painter, wrote five years after Fuseli's death: "[He] was undoubtedly the greatest genius of his day . . . But in the modes of conveying his thoughts ... he was a monster . . . His women are all strumpets, and his men all banditti, with the action of galvanized frogs, the dress of mountebanks, and the hue of pestilential putridity . . ." There is something terrifyingly timely in Fuseli's nightmarish mysticism. In some ways, Fuseli bridges the gap between the 18th and the 20th centuries; his shrieks and murmurs carry across the Victorian era (which merely stopped...