Word: defiant
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...head shot, with his outspread hand masking his face. At 55, he is highly Prized in Italian literary circles but almost unknown to the general public. Perhaps the most admired of his works is Rien Va, an imaginary diary in which he probes the struggles of one lonely, lost, defiant man in an incomprehensible universe. He is now at work on a novel consisting of a dialogue between a terrestrial creature and an immortal one, but he is not sure that he will finish it. "I don't know how to get out of it," says Landolfi...
...alone in a squad car, heard the call. He saw a man on the sidewalk and stopped his car to question him. The fellow's height and weight corresponded to the description. He had kinky brown hair, a prominent forehead, thick eyebrows, a crimped, tight mouth, and a defiant air. Tippitt and the man exchanged a few words. Then the policeman got out of his car and walked around to the sidewalk. The man pulled a .38-cal. revolver, shot and killed Tippitt with hits in the head, chest and abdomen. Then he fled...
...colonial army and was commissioned a 2nd lieutenant. He spent most of World War II serving under a Vichy colonial administration that did the bid ding of the Japanese invaders. But in March 1945, when Vichy surrendered the French colony to the Japanese outright, Minh joined a band of defiant, lower-echelon soldiers who organized heroic but futile resistance to the capitulation. Minh was taken prisoner by the Japanese, beaten and tortured by having most of his teeth yanked out. Minh is proud of his dental scars and today, when he neglects to wear his false-tooth plate, he smiles...
Grief for the Academician and the former street singer was nationwide-the French only bury their politicians but mourn their artists. With the deaths of Piaf and Cocteau, France had been robbed of two incomparable figures, whose joint epitaph might well be Piaf's defiant song, Je ne regrette rien...
...never did a damn thing for their papers. Under Phil Graham, we at least had the potential of being a great newspaper, nationally and internationally." So spoke a Washington Post & Times Herald staffer last week, and many another stricken colleague echoed his impulsive obituary. If their reactions seemed curiously defiant, it was because their energetic, engaging boss, whose rapidly expanding press empire consisted of the Washington Post, News week, two art magazines, a pair of profitable TV stations and a burgeoning news service, had for more than a year been suffering from a mentalailment that intermittently but increasingly removed...