Word: human
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Puntila is supposed to be a fine Falstaffian fellow when drunk, (he is usually drunk): ready to use his money and power to satisfy the human and animal urges of himself and his friends. It is only during his "attacks" of sobriety that he becomes cold, hard, selfish, and nasty--or, in a word, capitalistic. "Everybody gets along with Puntila," mutters Puntila, potted--but his drunk scenes are written in a vein of repetitive, magniloquent slobbery that makes him more unpleasant drunk than sober...
...only wish the Astronauts failure in their race to space until would-be warmakers are treated with solicitude in their padded sanitariums. The U.S. and Russia should surely be indicted for negligence in their attempts to spread man-made chaos to the cosmos when we have galaxies of human problems to solve here on earth...
...tradition to St. Mark, who is believed to have brought Christianity to Egypt, and recalls the days when Alexandria was a rival to Rome as Christendom's foremost city. But the Copts' Monophysite theology (which holds that Christ has only a single nature in which the human and divine are blended) was eventually condemned by the Council of Chalcedon in 451, and with the emergence of Islam, Coptic Christianity virtually went underground for centuries...
...merely an episode lasting roughly from 1000 B.C. to 600 A.D. Toynbee traces the course of Hellenism's bright star lucidly, a little offhandedly, treating it largely as an object lesson for the present. Hellenism's central characteristic was the worship of man-exemplified by the ludicrously human crew of Olympian divinities and, later, by a more sophisticated secular humanism. This man worship, which has thrilled so many historians of Greece, chills Toynbee (an Anglican with a yen for syncretism). To him, it is a form of idolatry that appeals to man when he has mastered nature...
What follows would breed theatrical enchantment if the musical Destry had any of the human appeal of the 1939 Jimmy Stewart-Marlene Dietrich film. The current Destry is expense-account entertainment. The songs are brassy, the girls are all chassis, and the mood is about as prairiefied as a subway rush hour. The electrifying exceptions are Michael Kidd's imaginative dance sequences...