Word: bravado
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...Indian troops spread out over Goa, Portugal's Governor General Vassalo e Silva made one last show of bravado, announced: "We will fight to the end." But Silva's ill-equipped, 3,000-man army, which Nehru had said was "massing menacingly," had other ideas. Only real show of Portuguese resistance was put up by the 1,783-ton sloop Afonso de Albuquerque. Steaming out of Marmagão harbor, the little frigate exchanged fire with an Indian cruiser and two destroyers for 45 minutes. Her captain badly wounded, the crippled ship was finally beached. Less than...
...absurdist reasoning goes like this: death makes any act of life futile, hence farcical, the funny side of absurdity. But if "God is dead," as Nietzsche proclaimed and the theater of the absurd assumes, then the universe itself is senseless, the tragic side of absurdity. For all their bravado, the playwrights of the absurd are inconsolable at the vision of a godless universe, but they regard their audiences as complacent, apathetic, asleep. With taunts and shock effects, by continually destroying illusion to remind playgoers that they are watching a play, by using the debased language of cliches, the absurdists...
Most of his songs had a story to tell, and Niles seemed more interested in telling the tale than in the singing. Often crouching over his dulcimers like a worried physician or a mother singing to her baby, something striking them with bravado, he was a compelling figure. At some points he was consumed with ecstasy; at others he cried out in agony. Sometimes he looked like a harmless, forgotten old man, and then, a minute later, his eyes would glint and he would look like an imp, or a fiend...
Three years ago, when I met Holden Caulfield, we were both 16, and it was the afternoon before my first day of college. His restlessness was my restlessness; his bravado, my bravado; his confusion, my confusion. I realized then that I was neither unique nor alone in my feelings...
...person remarked, she seemed to be playing a typewriter, not a piano. Her tone never went beyond initial attack, either to poetry or bravado; it thus made the lonely melody of the second movement stilted and the jazzy exuberance of the third tame. The orchestra (particularly the winds) had more life to it. But even it unlimbered its power only in a few spots. The performance left me cold indeed...