Word: detestability
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...have ever hated all nations, professions and communities . . . but principally I hate and detest that animal called man." So wrote the angry Irishman, Jonathan Swift. So has come to think that onetime cable of conservatism, Painter Sir William Orpen. His painting was the exception: A white bear stands in the glare of a Paris prize ring. There is blood at his feet; he has just consummated upon a human bruiser, now unconscious, brutalities so magnificent that spectators of every sex, replete with ecstasy at the spectacle, slobber and clip, heedless of an ape that sits among them, scrutinizing with remote...
...inasmuch as I do care about Harvard for its traditions of culture and intellectual valor and do detest its tendency for cultivating cheer leaders and cheering mobs; inasmuch as I do discern in the attitude of its President an ignominious desertion of the best ideals of the humanities for the "ideals" of big business; and inasmuch as I do consider such an attitude and philosophy as an effrontery to culture, not only in this continent, but in all continents, I protest and ask that my protest be filed. A. Phillipoff...
...Highness the League is " 'too intimately associated with the Peace Treaty of Versailles. No such arrangement, no world court, can eliminate war. I detest war. I have kept the peace of Europe on at least two occasions, when the chances were in our favor, when England was engaged in the Transvaal and Russia in the Far East...
...PRIVATE LIFE OF Louis XV-Mouffle d'Angerville (Translated by H.S.Mengard)-Boni & Liveright ($3.50). Spicy is the adjective which must govern this book. It shows how the people of Paris, tired of the wicked Regency, welcomed the young King with open arms, and how they came to detest him. In the main, it is the story of Louis' amours, piquant, authoritative and amusing. The translation itself has considerable merit...
...Insiders" he says: "I detest those who advertise themselves as insiders. The crop of them on the Roosevelt and Wilson soil was tremendous. The sense of importance is tempting. The best of men succumb to it. I remember Colonel House sending for me one day and how I speeded my taxi to hear the fate of the world. He said to me: 'Here is something between you and me and the angels. I have given you confidences, but never one like this...