Word: hellishness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Whatever the illness, it deafened him completely. While convalescing, Goya painted the first of his many hellish fantasies-only, as he wrote, "to occupy my imagination, which was troubled by the consideration of my ills." With deceptive modesty, he noted that in his new pictures he had "succeeded in making observations for which my commissioned works, in which fantasy and invention had no place, never gave the opportunity." What actually happened was far more important...
...sword, a musket with telescopic sights of his own invention, new fur gloves, a quarter cask of rum and his painting kit. rode off at the head of his company of 81 men. Peale, a green militiaman, found his first view of the face of the war "a hellish sight." Standing up to his first volley (discharged from British muskets outside Princeton), Peale noted with surprise the "balls which whistled their thousand different notes around our heads, and what is very astonishing did little or no harm." After returning the fire three times, Peale's men saw the enemy...
...National Theater, after one of her romps through a week's run of the bawdy drawing-room comedy Dear Charles, Tallulah, drowning out the wee, piping yips of her Maltese terrier, thundered "Dahling!" to a couple of "divine people" who had paid her homage after a hellish day in the House (see NATIONAL AFFAIRS). Her admirers: Democratic Speaker Sam Rayburn and Republican sometime Speaker Joe Martin, successors to the gavel of Tallulah's daddy, the late Democratic Speaker (1936-40) William B. Bankhead. After pecking each gentleman smudgily on the cheek, she primly explained...
...treatment of American prisoners by the Reds in the Korean war poses [for] the free nations an evil problem: "What can we do about the Communists' hellish brainwashing technique for torturing 'confessions' out of prisoners of war?" I have no sympathy whatever for a prisoner who squealed on his buddies or who sold them out for his own benefit. We should throw the book at him and disgrace him. I have much sympathy for those who, under torture, gave the Reds "military information" of the kind we broadcast to the four winds in our magazines and newspapers...
...love tonight-as never before," when he notices that the elevator is going "down and down interminably." It does not stop until the Devil ("stylishly dressed in tails that hung on [his] hairy top vertebra as on a rusty nail") opens the grille and leads the lovers into a hellish hotel bedroom. Wine is brought them by a very "stern, very grave" waiter with a bullet hole in his temple: he is the lady's husband, who has just committed suicide. "I hope you've been comfortable," says the Devil, when the anguished lovers scuttle back...