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...will find out. This nation had better take its chance of winning, not by glandular virus, but by clear thinking, positive purpose and intelligently disciplined will. . . . Hatred is not something that discharges itself upon one object and then conveniently disappears. It is a poison in the blood, an emotional debauch. . . . People who should get the habit of hating all German Nazis . . . would get so that they would just have to hate somebody...
...clear whether the Japanese will set up opium dens to debauch the Filipinos, as they have the Chinese, or what oppressive measures they may put upon the people. Already in provinces of Luzon (but not in primitive Bataan, which the U.S. still held) the Japanese had set up their own governments. Japanese residents, once outwardly peaceful shopkeepers and fishermen, blossomed out into uniforms and became provincial governors. Filipino quislings and renegade whites joined with them. The Jap's Special Service Station had also begun the looting of the islands by the familiar Nazi methods, including the use of cleverly...
...Government by sending its columnist Cassandra out with a full wallet to gorge himself in London restaurants where rationing does not apply. Wrote replete Cassandra peevishly: "Within five days I have eaten at least seven times my weekly meat ration, five times my butter ration. . . . Not content with this debauch I have swallowed saddle of hare in wine sauce, lobster Thermidor, the inevitable (if you live that way) caviar, Hungarian pork goulash, quails in aspic and goose livers. In addition I have eaten two dozen oysters and a considerable quantity of fish, ranging from smoked salmon via tuna, sardines...
Russell's conclusion: "... I believe that, with sufficient caution, the properties of language may help us to understand the structure of the world." Presumably such teachings can debauch the young, for Russell notes: "This book would have formed the substance of my lectures at the College of the City of New York, if my appointment there had not been annulled...
...grim, gruff captain (Wilfrid Lawson). There is no sustained plot to occupy the men, only sporadic incidents such as a battering storm at sea, a drunken rumpus in a West Indian port with a bevy of native girls, a tingling passage through the war zone, a long-drawn debauch in London's waterfront pubs and brothels. For those whose interest in the sea is less intense than John Ford's, the endless incidents aboard ship without benefit of plot may seem to drag in spite of honest acting, deft direction, superb photography and Richard Hageman's salty...