Word: lustful
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What makes Iago evil? Envy, power-lust, money. For that they ripped off Joe Frazier, but it's an old story...
Mailer on Millett on Miller, as on Lawrence, is astonishing in the sureness of his under-standing, astonishingly good, that is, until the final twist of his logic. Mailer accuses Millett of missing the quintessential point in Miller, "that lust when it fails is a machine." Then, at his cockiest and most ecstatically ribald, Mailer treats us to his own passage on lust, on lust and love and Priapus the ram, a passage no less provocative, in its way, than the tirades of Falstaff or Rabelais or all the thighs in the canvases of Rubens...
...Alexandra Mezey, a sportswoman who has postponed her vacation in order to see the fight. Of the team, only Kennedy claimed to be the classic fight fan: "I'm a screamer and a yeller, a foot stomper, a seat pounder. I'll admit to a certain blood lust, a sense of impending disaster. I wait for the big punch that will...
...SCRIPT is not flawed with too many of these self-indulgent gimmicks, and for that reason, Orton deserves praise for his cleverness in handling gruesome material; especially his use of double-entendres to remind his audience that lust and filthy lucre stand behind every moral platitude. Excessive length and repetitiveness are the major drawbacks Loot has as a play, but a failure of momentum must, inevitably, hobble black comedy unless a compelling basis for suspense gives coherence to the dramatic situation. Case in point: Secret Ceremony, listless, enervated; Pale Fire, taut, compelling...
...without a backward look at what was moral, responsible or remotely desirable for society." Millett's "critical misdemeanor" with Lawrence is treating him out of sequence "to conceal the pilgrimage, hide the life, cover over that emotional odyssey which took him from adoration of the woman to outright lust for her murder, then took him back to worship her beauty, even her procreative beauty...