Word: helling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Germans in 1944, then returned to a peacetime job as a New Jersey courtroom supervisor. They seemed delighted to be there - and reluctant to discuss the reasons why. "Hero?" snorted Herbert Hoover Burr, 44, who drove his flaming tank into a German 88-mm.-gun position and destroyed it. "Hell, if I'd been born early enough to fight in the Revolution, I might have been Aaron Burr, not Herb Burr...
Justice Holmes once half-jested that "if the people want to go to hell, I will help them. It's my job." Black studied the Constitution and found definite rules -"absolutes," he called them-that forbade any such attitude. He particularly balked at Frankfurter's thesis that the Court must balance personal freedoms against Government needs and uphold any "reasonable" Government action. To Black, the "balancing test" was a turning away from the Constitution: it freed judges to pursue their own notions of reasonableness and veered "close to the English doctrine of legislative omnipotence." Where were the limits...
...news ticker across the backdrop impersonally taps out the monstrous dance of death: ALLIES LOSE 850,000 MEN IN 1914. Mockingly ironic, magnetically fascinating, Lovely War defies a playgoer to settle back in his seat. Tender, frolicsome and tragic, it turns spilled blood into tears and evokes laughter in hell...
Bergman's primary target is the foppish critic (Jarl Kulle) who sniffs out the "personal details" of Felix's life, even appropriates one of his mistresses. He composes critical jargon so dense that he himself cannot penetrate it ("What the hell do I mean by that?"), writes atrocious music, and finally wheedles Felix into playing it. Once compromised, the cellist collapses, corporeally and artistically kaput...
That note of despair is the fundamental emotion of the existentialism Sartre was to develop, where God is banished, man is totally responsible for what he does with himself and society, and therefore gets on earth the hell he deserves. Thus man is absurd, but he must grimly act as if he were not. The books and controversies were yet to come; but at the end of this confession, filled with self-loathing though incapable of self-pity, Sartre dryly admits: "For a long time, I took my pen for a sword; I now know we're powerless...