Word: chillfully
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Attassi Case, which started as just another televised Damascus spy thriller to the accompaniment of John Philip Sousa marches, came to a jarring finale last week. In the chill of dawn, naturalized U.S. Citizen Farhan Attassi, 37, was hanged in Damascus' Al Marjah Square. Attached to the white robe customary for a condemned criminal was a large poster stating the verdict. For seven hours the limp body swayed on the gibbet, watched by curious crowds, before it was cut down and taken away for burial. On the same day, Attassi's cousin and alleged accomplice in spying...
Under glaring floodlights one chill night last week, three warders of London's Pentonville prison opened the grave of a hanged man. At midnight they reached the quicklimed corpse of Sir Roger Casement,* wrapped it in sacking, and placed it gently in a wooden coffin. Before his 1916 execution as a traitor, Casement's last request was: "When they have done with me, don't let my bones lie in this dreadful place. Take me back to Ireland and let me lie there." In a long-delayed but gracious gesture, Prime Minister Harold Wilson granted Casement...
...might sound essentially frivolous, but the meeting and greeting, wining and dining, guiding and abiding of foreign chiefs of state and their ambassadors is a matter where a clumsy introduction or miscalculated place card can chill relations overnight. Accordingly, the post has traditionally gone to seasoned diplomats, and veteran socialites, such as Wiley Buchanan under Eisenhower, and "Angie" Duke, who is about to take over the U.S. embassy in Madrid...
...little she does to accomplish so much: she smiles warmly at the husband she is about to betray-but haven't her eyes changed focus? She obediently lends herself to her master's fetishes in Luis Buñuel's Diary of a Chambermaid, but the chill hints of resignation that cross her face prove a heart full of nausea and disdain. "You don't have to act in front of a camera," she says. "You just have to be concerned...
...keeps chirping, "Harold be Thy name." He tries to please the ladies by mixing divinity with lust, but somehow he never quite makes the scene-the redheaded heroine has to employ her husband when she brings the novel to its mystical climax. "She laughed into his throat as the chill weight pitched over her, warm beneath the chill. The wantonness of it at noon with all the summer world at work while with the furious young angel she mounted higher, deeper, until with a shudder the blue air burst and they fell, an amen of exhausted wings...