Word: mouthes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Matusow had been making a miserable $35 a week as a Red errand boy, and he had noted the rise of McCarthyism. Matusow now says that anti-Communism looked like "a good racket." He was soon in business right up to his mouth. He named more than 150 persons as Communists (the fact that many of them were was purely coincidental). He testified against the 13 second-string Communist leaders (Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, et al.); he was a witness in the trial of Clinton Jencks, official of the Mine, Mill and Smelter Workers Union. He appeared four times before...
Critics who had snubbed the opening at Paris' Galerie Alex Gazelles last month yielded to word-of-mouth raves last week and hustled over to smart Rue du Faubourg St. Honoré to join the crowds. Reported Le Figaro's Art Critic André Warnod: "It is amazing to see the prescience which seems to govern all these pictures, still lifes as well as landscapes." Said Les Nouvelles Litteraires: ". . . Prodigious. [The] designs show authority and the palette is astonishingly rich." Said the weekly Carrefour: "Our theorists will find it difficult to explain this phenomenon." The phenomenon was Artist...
...fledged university, and just before lapsing into a coma, told his wife: "Put this in an envelope...and see that it gets to J. B. Duke." When he recovered, he kept on with his plan, and soon J. B. found himself doing just as Few had hoped. Cigar in mouth and cane in hand, J. B. picked out an 8,000-acre site next to Trinity, chose his type of architecture ("I've seen the Princeton buildings. They appeal to me."), ordered a chapel with 77 stained-glass windows and "the best medical center, by golly, between Baltimore...
...question) whipped out his sword and skewered the ringleader. Seconds later, Fosca felt "a sharp pain between my ribs," but instead of dropping down dead, he only spitted another brace of gizzards. Three hundred years later, the same Count Fosca "shot myself in the chest and then in the mouth"; 300 years after that, still going strong, he drew a razor across his throat, but "the lips of the gash [drew] together...only a long pink scar remained...
Life Is Death. Mortal man's proud answers to Fosca are put in his mouth by France's Jean-Paul Sartre: Existentialist Simone de Beauvoir is merely the medium. All good existentialists believe that when they die, they will die altogether: but they argue that precisely because man has no God to look after him, no Heaven to look forward to and no way of escaping death, he is so much the greater, because his hope and courage light the absurd void to which he is condemned. Mortal man, in fact, is forever alive, whereas immortal Count Fosca...