Word: fascistes
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...central dialectical elements in fierce confrontation, in his role as poet and actualizer of the people's collective unconscious and as collaborator with two different (and conflicting) populist politicians in the imaginary country of Elderado. The narrative is of course based on familiar patterns in Brazilian politics in which fascist elites crush slightly less-fascist elites, manipulating and mystifying the masses, who remain politically blind and passive participants, despite their spiritual ferment, their extreme hunger and suffering...
...only a disappointment, but a damn fool. His lack of ingenuity in realizing the possibilities for the energetic woman in this society or the next is only overshadowed by his stubbornness in clinging to female role-models that would seem Victorian to his Mother, God bless her and probably fascist to his ex-wives, God bless them, all four of them...
What about, for example, the aphasics of the counterculture? The ad writer may dingdong catch phrases like Pavlov's bells in order to produce saliva. The Movement propagandist rings his chimes ("Fascist!" "Pig!" "Honky!" "Male chauvinist!") to produce spit. More stammer than grammar, as Dwight Macdonald put it, the counterculture makes inarticulateness an ideal, debasing words into clenched fists ("Right on!") and exclamation points ("Oh, wow!"). Semantic aphasia on the right, semantic aphasia on the left. Between the excesses of square and hip rhetoric the language is in the way of being torn apart...
...Holy -!" announced Myrna, perforating my ribs with her elbow. "Your father's a fascist pig!" Myrna wasn't afraid of anything. The way it turned out, my father did not seem at all put out by Myrna's peace button, her Black Panther button, her S.D.S. button, her "Kill the Pigs" button, her bib overalls or her carefully teased blonde Afro wig. He didn't even wince when she accidentally let loose a - and a - over the Chianti, and a Holy -! and a - during the spaghetti. In fact, I could only see the faintest spark behind...
...reports of friends whose knowledge is first-hand, but also from newspaper accounts, of the criminal acts of Sioris' ministry (in annulling elections to university chairs, in summary removals of incumbents, in overt interference with the right of teachers to teach what they think is the truth-all on fascist political grounds) I naturally could not imagine that Harvard would welcome him. To do so would be to welcome into the University the man who, by virtue of his office, counts as the chief enemy of education in Greece...