Word: hecht
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Feeling of Power. Hecht has no feeling that Palestine is the land for him. At his comfortable riverside estate at Nyack, on the Hudson, where a Hollywood "Oscar" is used as a doorstop, he lay on a couch and told Correspondent Evelyn Webber of the London Evening Standard how it felt to be a vicarious terrorist. As the Standard reported it: "I just talk. Arouse and excite the reader, and make him fighting mad. . . . Writing propaganda is like falling in love with yourself and the veiled wonders in your own brain. While I write I grow mystic. A feeling...
...Standard commented: "Near obscene terms . . . power lusts." Hecht came close to an apology-for him. He sent a "Letter to the People of Britain," later published as another fund-inviting ad in U.S. papers. The "Letter" began...
...Hecht has been interested in psychiatry for many years. Sometimes he thinks, as he wrote in A Guide for the Bedevilled, that the psychoanalysts might remove his real enemy, antiSemitism, from the world altogether, "if there were enough of these fascinating doctors to go around-say one to every anti-Semite. And who knows but that the time may come when half the world will be lying on couches reciting its dreams and early pot-troubles to the other half...
More important to Ben Hecht than a cutlass, however, was his Aunt Chasha's umbrella. Once when he was six, Tante Chasha crashed her umbrella down on the head of a theater manager who had asked her to apologize. Outside in the street she told young Ben with a sunny smile: "Remember what I tell you. That's "the right way to apologize." Ben never forgot...
...Palestine terrorists whom Ben Hecht admires lack the atomic bomb. However, the scientifically inclined among them have been working on a person-to-person substitute which may have a great and grisly future. Last week they sent exploding cream-colored envelopes to Ernie Bevin, Anthony Eden and other prominent Britons. Nobody was hurt-largely because of the British Government's long experience with unfriendly mail. But the packet was ingenious. Within an inner envelope, marked "Private and Confidential," were 1) a cardboard folder containing enough powdered gelignite to kill the opener, 2) a pencil-sized battery...