Word: brilliants
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...opened the Nürnberg trial, the world already knew. Just how great it was the world saw more clearly last week when Sir Hartley William Shawcross, Britain's Attorney General, opened the case for the British prosecution. Sir Hartley is one of Britain's most brilliant jurists. His day-long speech was an impressive, tightly logical, exhaustive dissertation. Yet rarely did it match Jackson's bold attempt to find law in ultimate source-the principles of men- rather than in statute, treaty, precedent...
...faith and mind were approached in a very different way in two other books, The Yogi and the Commissar (TIME, June 4) by Arthur Koestler, brilliant ex-Communist novelist (Darkness at Noon), and The Perennial Philosophy (TIME, Oct. 1) by Novelist Aldous Huxley (Antic Hay, Brave New World). Koestler's book was a series of essays; its theme: modern man is caught between the choice of a philosophy of action (The Commissar) and a philosophy of quietism (The Yogi). Man's hope: a synthesis of the two. Author Koestler was more optimistic than hopeful...
When Wilde's plays first appeared on the London stage they were called and it is no wonder--the "greatest comedies since Congreve." After the Victorian theatre, with its platitudinous melodramas and sentimental farces, Wilde's comedies of manners, brilliant and epigrammatic, with a high polish of artificiality, constituted a revival so sudden that it seemed an innovation...
...Report; After 1903, What?) and cinemono-loguist (Love Life of a Polyp; How to Sleep), diffident Bob Benchley got a diffident start with the Curtis Publishing Co. ("They stayed in Philadelphia in their small way, and I went to Boston"). He managing-edited Conde Nast's brilliant Vanity Fair, wrote drama criticism for the old Life and the New Yorker. Though no mean cracksman ("I've got to get out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini"), he shunned the out-&-out gag, preferred to get his laughs while puttering among the minor catastrophes and major...
...Author Katz sat rocking back & forth with the pendulum regularity so often seen among psychoneurotics as 20th-century civilization reached its brilliant apogee. Her grimed, lined face suggested that of a ravaged Nefertiti,-and she gazed upon the general obliteration with the self-conscious superiority of the implacable progressive. At her feet, sprawled on her stomach, Carrie Chapman Katz was devouring a book and the gristle on an uncooked thighbone. Both women were completely bald-the result of radioactivity. They were also in the last stages of hysterical fatigue, for day & night they had to fight off assault waves...