Word: demonism
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...truth about Disney, who was described by an observant writer as "a tall, somber man who appeared to be under the lash of some private demon," is slightly less benign and a lot more interesting. Uncle Walt actually didn't have an avuncular bone in his body. Though he could manage a sort of gruff amiability with strangers, his was, in fact, a withdrawn, suspicious and, above all, controlling nature. And with good--or anyway explicable--reason...
...free to run the business his own way, but he never changed the fundamental format that had been devised by the brothers. Kroc added his own wrinkles, certainly. He was a demon for cleanliness. From the overall appearance, to the parking lot, to the kitchen floor, to the uniforms, cleanliness was foremost and essential. "If you have time to lean, you have time to clean," was one of his favorite axioms. He was dead on, of course. The first impression you get from a restaurant, through the eyes and nose, is often what determines whether you'll go back...
Specifically, Weisbard said he believes the Demon uses "lowbrow, sex-based humor" while the Lampoon is no longer widely read by the Harvard population...
...real horror in Blindness is therealization that humanity is not in control ofitself--that at the root of all hope, ambition anddreams lies an apathetic demon shrouded in ablinding white nothingness. This stale emptinessis unnoticed by the seeing. Eyes allow one tocover oneself in images, to construct oneselfcomfortably out of the things one sees--to blindoneself, in essence, to the true nature ofhumanity. When sight is gone, and the eye isforever turned inward, the horrifying epiphanythat life is white, pure nothing becomes, inBlindness, the deepest horror imaginable
...wrong direction," I have to cross that street many times a day to get into the Yard, and the times I have almost been blind-sided by a bike are too numerous to count. I peek my head out into the intersection to check for those speed-demon drivers who zoom through intersections. Finding my head intact, and the way clear, I move confidently into the intersection, only to feel the cold rush of air signal the fact that a bike-rider has just pedaled past me close enough to take a hair sample without stretching. And they came from...