Word: hilt
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Before the Senate Judiciary subcommittee on refugee problems, New Yorker Corsi loudly played to the hilt the role of a martyred champion of refugees who are seeking to enter the U.S. The refugee act. he said, became a "national scandal" because of the way it was administered by "a security gang" led by Robert W. Scott McLeod, the State Department's security director. Cried Corsi: "The administration of the act is wholly dominated by the psychology of security. Refugees are investigated to death . . . The investigation, the police job, is the thing, not the admission of refugees. That is just...
...really hard to see why the brilliant Chou En-lai should thus engage Peking's prestige to the very hilt if the threat to Formosa is a mere vainglorious maneuver, intended to extract some other concession from the West. In fact, if Washington and Taipeh are right about the real Communist intentions, you have to conclude that Chou En-lai is a mere boastful muddler. Such is the conflict of evidence. It is an even bet either way for this year. But a Communist grab for Formosa is a virtual certainty next year or the year after that...
...Crusader, sets out on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, becomes blind on the way, is captured in the Holy Land by the infidel and lashed to a mill which he is forced to turn like an ox. His son Herbert le Gros, a gay blade who lives life to the hilt, meanwhile sticks to the manor, takes all the land and love he can get, and happily commits incest with his wild and passionate half sister, who hates him ("I shall . . . make his blood rot, send snakes to drink his eyes, and leeches to suck his heart...
Wearing Cecil Beaton's bright costumes, traversing a brilliant Beaton drawing-room, the Lunts play Quadrille to the hilt. The only trouble is that there is no blade. The play's light volleys of wit come from a Coward who only plays doubles and no longer will go to the net; from a Coward who has written more like some fondly reminiscing oldster than a mocking enfant terrible-and with an oldster's fearful garrulousness. But however unthinkable Quadrille would be without the Lunts, with them Coward's very mildness is not altogether unwelcome...
What Cleveland's show proved to the hilt was that China's greatest artists were also sages, and that their brushes could not only pierce but also lay bare, with a few swift strokes of intuition, the "principles" of nature. Rocks become bones of Earth itself; rivers become her blood, trees her hair, and everything moves in a rhythm deeper than man's scurry...