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...saga of air warriors, the sombre story of submarine crews--these are just a few examples of the themes that will enrich the literature of the future. It will be a virile literature, spurning the foetid abnormality of recent novels. With war lords as its patrons, and the blood lust of Europe as the well-spring of its existence, a new literature is about to blossom...
...type of art in the Germanic Museum. It offers us a wide diversity in types of art; we are able to travel from the crisp little sketches by Oberlaender to a decidedly harsh watercolor by George Grosz. In this painting, called "Brotherly Love," there can be found the bloodshed, lust, and intensity of passion which characterizes war. His bright colors shed a distasteful but highly effective glow, and the physical gyrations of his men serve to heighten the wild and futile nature of armed conflict. Grosz never minces words; he seldom argues; but in a sweeping and rather dictatorial...
Passed around among school headmasters for sometime, Plan C has so far failed to rouse enthusiasm from more than a third. They claim that if released from the "anchor" of College Boards, the student's natural lust for leisure might win out. But the advantages to the student would seem to outweigh these objections. Once over with the red-devils of College Boards, he will have one year to break away from the repetition of French verb forms and reach out into the rich literature of the language. His preparation for college might consist, not of learning dates in American...
Imperialism? Nonsense. A cynical sacrifice of ideology to power-lust? More nonsense. Russia was protecting peace by strengthening her own hand and by exposing the "Municheers." She was protecting the liberty of Poland by forestalling an imminent Munich--since the only ultimate aim of such another debacle would be a four-way partition of Russia herself...
...piece of string pushed through a strip of bacon. At night he wrote, by day he hunted for food in the barren city. His sole neighbor, an old lady, lived in the National Gallery. "She heard that it was empty, and wanted to gratify her love of art and lust for possession during the last days that remain to her." She lived on pigeons that fell dead from the Nelson Column, cooking them over a fire of Dutch masterpieces, which she disiked...