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Soon "Sunlight" was shining around the world, and the grocer's son was a peer, Lord Leverhulme (pronounced leave-er-hume), Viscount of the Western Isles. By the time brusque, autocratic, globetrotting Lord Leverhulme † died in 1925, his mercantile empire was well on its way to preeminence. By last week it had few equals anywhere in size, prosperity, diversity and complexity...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CORPORATIONS: Old Empire, New Prince | 6/10/1946 | See Source »

...economic cooperation between the zones, or 2) acceptance of the split, followed by a positive U.S., British and French policy for getting their part of Germany going. The present level of German production was so low (and so likely to drop further) that not even the most vindictive Morgenthau-er could reasonably object to emergency recovery measures...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: International: Potsdam Product | 5/20/1946 | See Source »

...some sort of static, ready-made reality which is, so to speak, 'there,' and to which our minds have simply to conform. These great mysteries cannot be approached in that way. . . . God, for me, is something purely spiritual. The spirit of sweetness and light and tolerance-and, er, service, Dick, service. We mustn't forget that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Excursion from Hell | 3/11/1946 | See Source »

...first scene, a woman slaps her ne'er-do-well son-in-law, who loses his balance and falls out the window of his Maine boathouse. The fatality, as it proves to be, is witnessed by the young man's wife and by a little old man who is hidden in a bunk at stage-left. The death is clearly an accident, but the little old man--Kilbride, of course--insinuates, "Wa-al, you slapped him, and he fell, and now he's dead....Police sometimes nasty about things like that y'know...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: PLAYGOER | 2/26/1946 | See Source »

...stalwart foresters laying back their heads until the neck cords showed like bared intestines, but their voices came in a shallow unison pipe: 'Oh, Désiré.' I saw the German questioners in Gestapo headquarters. Their leader aid: 'We give you one last chance, Captain Er, Captain Um, Captain Désiré.' I aw a woman with gold teeth and dirty hair who came towards me asking: Qu'est-ce que tu désires, Désiré?' 'I refuse,' I shouted. 'I will not go with that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Toward Morning | 1/14/1946 | See Source »

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