Word: fatefulness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...have murdered the man he's looking for. Finally the antagonisms well over: Ernest Borgnine (as one of the gang), chides Tracy and gets clobbered with some one-armed karate. Another gang member, Lee Marvin, gets dispatched by a fire hose. And the leader, Robert Ryan, meets his fate when Tracy makes a Molotov cocktail from a bourbon bottle and the gasoline from a jeep...
...with his bowie knife, and from then on things get worse. Author Gardner, 31, who lives on an island off Spain's Costa Brava, explains that his inspiration for this first novel was the question: "What would the American knight-errant be like and what would be his fate?" His answers seem to be Scandalous John's repeated cry, "I'm my own man," and his bloody end on a city sidewalk in a confrontation with an uncomprehending guardian of the sanitary code. It's probably just as well, in view of an alternative offered...
...much to be believed. He is going to marry Ann: he knows it, she knows it, we know it, and what's more, he wants to do it. This still makes for a good story, and Kerr is quite amusing as he attempts to avoid his inevitable fate, but it is not quite the whole story proposed by Shaw's lines...
Rachman's own fate is as mysterious as his missing money. The London underworld buzzes with rumors that there was a body switch at Edgware, and Rachman has reportedly been seen everywhere from Manhattan to Paris. The question was raised in Parliament, but last week Scotland Yard and investigating newsmen were satisfied that the real Rachman was dead and that his corpse lies buried in an unmarked grave in a Hertfordshire cemetery...
...fear of my own existence. There arose in my mind the image of an epileptic patient whom I had seen in the asylum, a black-haired youth with greenish skin, looking absolutely nonhuman. That shape am I, I felt, potentially. Nothing that I possess can defend me against that fate if the hour for it should strike for me as it struck for him. I became a mass of quivering fear. I remember wondering how other people could live, how I myself had ever lived, so unconscious of that pit of insecurity beneath the surface of life...