Word: monsterization
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...those students are actually liberated, why the fuss, the cheap publicity, the organizations, the gimmicky buttons? This can only encourage the frustrated unenlightened to strike back with more deadly and repulsive conventional morality. Nietzsche warns: "Beware when you fight a monster that you do not become a monster yourself." Now that you at Berkeley have got over being ashamed of your bodies, take a look at your minds...
...wrote 26 stormy love letters that appear for the first time in these volumes. Soon jilted, Lady Mary stayed on in Italy until, at 72, she announced: "I am dragging my ragged remnant of life to England." When she arrived, half of London turned out to inspect the legendary monster. Her vivacity was so great that nobody guessed she was dying of cancer. To Lady Mary herself, death was a matter of indifference. "I have lived long enough," she declared firmly. And she was off to catch the setting...
...nervously admits to his dying wife's doctor (played in an appropriately intolerable, stiffly self-righteous fashion by John Merivale) that as she approaches death from TB he loves her less, that her illness is simply getting on his nerves. He knows the doctor must think him a monster but, he says, rubbing his hands in agitation, and raising his voice in irritation, he just can't help...
...what has plagued this sluggish monster of an organization for the past few years is not how to stay alive, but how to lead the hundreds who join it only to hear a few top-name speakers, not how to make noise, but how to say something significant in political vacuum which is Harvard vague liberal consensus. Young Dems' membership problem is one not of numbers, but of quality, in a college whose liberal student activists join SDS and whose non-activist creative thinkers write tutorial papers...
Whiplash. Still, De Sade's letters are interesting not only for his status as a metaphysical monster but for his human inconsistencies. Sometimes he addressed his wife as "my lollote" "celestial pussycat," "joy of Mahomet" and "whiplash of my nerves"; at other times he complained that she had visited him in immodest clothes, told her he would rather see her in a whorehouse than with her mother, and lectured her sternly about his superior philosophical systems ("Mine," he wrote, "are based on reason, and yours are merely the fruit of stupidity"). He was more jovial with his valet Carteron...