Word: instinctive
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Most Britons, even the Conservatives, were divided on the wisdom of holding an election so soon, but Tories in general trusted Churchill's political instinct. Two of Churchill's Cabinet intimates-Lord Beaverbrook (Max Aitken) and Brendan Bracken-had insistently urged an immediate election (for fear that Britons' wartime memories would dim). Just as insistently the Labor Party had urged delay till autumn (in hopes that they would). Quipped Labor's Arthur Greenwood of Max and Brendan: "M & B* can save a man once-it saved Winston when he had pneumonia-but M & B a second...
Stench of Death. Men began to come out of the numbed state in which, by instinct, they had performed their deeds, heroic or unheroic. The implacable Gehres gave them no rest. The hangar deck, where the worst fires had raged, was a nightmare of crushed planes, ruptured bulkheads, melted debris, burned and shattered bodies. Men had died by burning, by drowning in flooded compartments, by concussion, by electrocution, by hanging, by asphyxiation. Their shipmates cut away the wreckage to get at hundreds of bodies, hauled them out and consigned them to the sea. The stench of death pervaded the passageways...
...Owing to the action of Mr. de Valera, so much at variance with the temper and instinct of thousands of southern Irishmen, who hastened to the battlefront to prove their ancient valor, the approaches which the southern Irish ports and airfields could so easily have guarded were closed by the hostile aircraft and U-boats. This was indeed a deadly moment in our life, and if it had not been for the loyalty and friendship of northern Ireland, we should have been forced to come to close quarters with Mr. de Valera or perish forever from the earth. However, with...
...those barracks a few days ago and it was all I could do to stand the sight and smell of the parodies of human beings who inhabited them. They were alive by instinct only and by instinct they almost knocked me down when I produced from my pocket one pitiful chocolate bar in answer to a plea of a prisoner for food. At the sight of that morsel of food these filthy, spidery human beings were galvanized by a single impulse: to get a crumb, just a crumb of something to put into their stomachs. I saw the barracks again...
Buchenwald is beyond all comprehension. You just can't understand it, even when you've seen it. It is terrible and beyond understanding to see human beings with brain and skillful hands and lives and destinies and thoughts reduced to a state where only blind instinct tries to keep them alive. It is beyond human anger or disgust to see in such a place the remnants of a sign put up by those who ran the place: "Honesty, Diligence, Pride, Ability . . . these are the milestones of your way through here...