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...president of the Royal College of Physicians, was short and unspecific: "The Prime Minister has had no respite for a long time from his very arduous duties, and is in need of a complete rest. We have therefore advised him to abandon his journey to Bermuda and to lighten his duties for at least a month...
Robert Donat, in a dual role, plays both Murdoch Glourie, an eighteenth-century Scottish gigolo, and his twentieth-century descendant Donald, whose passions are somewhat more restrained. Although neither part demands exceptional acting, Donat manages to lighten his burr to achieve the transition from Murdoch to Donald. Jean Parker, However, looking like an English Claudette Colbert, is only a routine love-sick heroine. Although her attempted love affair with the ghost is a change from the ordinary, she has no opportunity to show any talent...
...must, do much better," said Butler. But the time had come, he went on, when "doing better" could be accomplished not through more government controls and interventions, but through more incentives for production, savings and investment. "We must get out of the slack water, lighten the ship and give her way," the Chancellor said...
Churchill Cheers. "This budget moves for the first time in many years in a new direction," concluded Butler. "We can now look to a more hopeful way. We can lighten our load and liberate our energies." Encased to the last in his impenetrable Oxford-don manner, Rab Butler sat down. The Laborites sat in morose silence: he had left them few chinks to shoot at. Two or three Tories had brought along their silk toppers, the traditional thing to wave on jubilatory occasions, and now waved them with the fervor of shipwreck survivors signaling smoke on the horizon. Prime Minister...
...horse." And the wild, rhetorical prayer that Bébert casts up in his misery also speaks for Novelist Molaine: "Father here we are in the ooze, inert as fishes spawning. Our souls scent the mud, and our eyes are gradualIy closing to the light from the bank . . . Lighten us and regenerate us in the depths where we lie. Save us from darkness and the plague. Let us be filled with that better life towards which we yearn with palpitating gills . . . And take pity on our small fry. Amen...