Word: barbarian
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...choice of speakers the committee for the peace strike has exercised similar restraint and good judgment. A few thoughts given by men like Mr. Darvall and Professor Prall can do immeasurably more good than all the histrionics of the barbarian hordes who have traditionally poured forth from between the pillars of Widener or the porch of Memorial Hall...
...Treaty of Versailles. The world no longer believed what the Allies put in writing in 1919: that Germany and its allies were solely responsible for the War. But to readers who still took the unreconstructed view that the Western World had been invaded in 1914 by a barbarian horde, an Xerxes' host, Theodor Wolff's study of war origins would seem a surprisingly civilized Persian version. The Eve of 1914 let no unsuspected wildcat out of the bag but recounted in scholarly, Teutonic detail the train of gunpowder facts that led from 1909 to the explosion five years...
...inelegant, stupid, arrogant, and inarticulate person with an extremely red face. The French seem to mind our national complexion more than other nations. It gets on their nerves. They attribute it to the overconsumption of ill-cooked meat. They are apt, for this reason, to regard us as barbarian and gross. Only at one point does the French picture coincide with the German picture. The French share with the Germans a conviction of our hypocrisy. The sole difference is that, whereas the Germans regard us as brilliant hypocrites, the French regard us as very stupid hypocrites...
Sample of Author Muggeridge's distaste for Russia: "Jerry-built immensity made and inhabited by slaves. Everything most bestial and most vulgar-barbarian arrogance and salesman servility; humanitarian sentimentality and hypocrisy; rotarian Big Business and Prosperity. . . . Do you really believe . . . that these awful plays are good; these wretched people happy; these revolting Jews, great leaders and prophets; these decrepit buildings, fine architecture; these dingy slums, new socialist cities; these empty slogans bawled mechanically, a new religion; these stale ideas (superficial in themselves and even then misunderstood), the foundation and hope of the future...
...Vagabond was sitting quietly last evening staring into the crackling hickory fire which drove the fall chill from his chimney corner, and thinking how the barbarian shriek of fire-engines would soon dispel the peace of his chambers under Memorial's clock. Suddenly there came a knocking from the depths, rap, rap, rap, thrice it came, and the distant corner of the room, illuminated only by the firelight, glowed with a greenish phosphorescence. Startled, the Vagabond discerned a figure standing there, limned in the faint, emerald light. Its coat was of gabardine, its trousers of flannel, from its eyes came...