Word: eviler
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Yesterday a most innocent pussy strolled nonchalantly into the Dunster House dining room, to see how college boys dine. A sinister conspiracy was slowly unfolded in one corner. And then a waiter, smiling villain, made for the unhappy cat, skillfully disguising his evil intentions. And now comes the horrible part. He grabbed the pleasant little visitor by the nape of the neck and strode heartlessly out into the kitchen. The Pioneers are anxiously awaiting the product of Mr. Verbeck's infernal machine...
This was exact. Stanley Baldwin, cutting exactly the figure of John Bull, sounds the note most appealing to Britain's masses, and even when he has bumbled-usually in foreign policy-his air of wisdom, serenity and candor keep him as popular as his evil-smelling briar pipe. To the convention of his Party last week Leader Baldwin promised...
...transformed into a sort of murmur," then into a "more nervous, snickering laugh," a deep, terrifying silence, a low rumble, then hissing. "If you have never heard yourself hissed you can have no notion of how physically painful it is. I can imagine that if one has committed an evil act, has been disloyal, has committed treason or a felony,-one should bow one's head to the storm. . . . But to have written a bad third act is not really so reprehensible!" Sacha Guitry was in despair, felt that the terrible sound had shriveled his heart, considered it unjust...
...glad to have your letter of regret and apology for the Crimson's absurd and false report of my talk at Leverett House. If future boards emulate your desire to "take every conceivable step to prevent any recurrence of the same trouble:", perhaps some good will come out of evil, The evil is not confined to the wrong to the individual when there may be general university or public interests involved...
...current crisis reminds one strongly of the late Nero, who is reported to have played a bacchanalian love ditty on his fiddle while Poppea was seducing his chief minister: Ever since the Huns invaded the sacred area of Montmartre in the seventies, Marianne has suspected the lusty Max of evil intentions. And with the advent of Hitler, those suspicions have changed into horrified terror...