Word: daggerisms
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When Japan seized the country in 1905, the pretext was that Korea was a "Russian dagger pointed at Japan's heart." As long as it held North Korea the Russian hand would continue to grasp the dagger's handle. This week Rhee asked U.S. occupation forces to stay on "until the danger from the north lessens...
...certainly no Lubitsch trick that the lush countess, who at one point considers planting a dagger in her Hungarian's back, ends by dragging him briskly off to say "I do" to a priest, while snowflakes flutter past the window. The "nice-kid-after-all" formula is what the Grable public loves, and that is what it gets...
...found and interviewed Greek guerrilla General Markos in his Grammos Mountain stronghold. This week, after sitting on it for more than a fortnight (presumably to avoid competing with convention news), the Trib ran his interview as a four-part series. It tingled with some of the cloak-&-dagger thrills of an Eric Ambler novel...
...thousand enraged subjects of Trans-jordan's wily little King Abdullah stormed up to his palace at Amman screaming "Fight to the death!" "Down with the British!" "Down with Truman!" Abdullah came out of the palace alone, faced the mob unarmed, except for a silver-handled dagger. He asked a wide-eyed question: "Why do you disturb the rest of a devout Moslem in the heat of the day during Ramadan?" Then he hurled a taunt: "Why are you not enrolled in the ranks of the army instead of a mob? Transjordan is my heart, and my mission...
...bitter mildness. To be, or not to be is spoken in a stoical quietude and levelness, but the subtler possibilities are not very clearly realized in those definitive, eroded lines; and with that insufficient realization their deepest humanity, along with their deepest art, slips away, much as the suicidal dagger slips from his hand and slants into the sea. In the terrific scene with the Queen, magnificent as he is, Olivier seems to stop at the brink of the cyclic, self-devouring, sadistic desperation which Shakespeare so clearly wrote into that page...