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...Neither Nymph nor Virgin. Soft-voiced, schoolmarmish Margaret Knight, who has no children of her own, undertook to advise "humanist parents" what to tell their offspring about God. "We can tell them," she said, "that everyone believed at one time, and some people believe now, that there are two great powers in the world: a good power called God, who made the world and who loves human beings . . . and a bad power called the Devil, who is opposed to God and who wants people to be unhappy and bad. We can tell them that some people still believe this...
Herodians, Zealots & a Nymph. Toynbee is sure that a universal state-a single, worldwide government run either by Washington or Moscow-has been rendered inevitable ("sooner rather than later") by modern technology. The atom bomb clinched it. The only question is: Will the world state come about by war or peacefully? Toynbee has no illusions that it can be brought about by the U.N., or by any "talismanic blueprint of a federal constitution." His own answer is conditioned by a fascinating historical analysis of how nations try to meet the penetration of foreign civilizations. There are, he says, two constantly...
...appeasement. Toynbee would consider both parties an "unmerciful pair of pedants." Both courses would in the end aid the Communists: appeasement obviously by strengthening them, internal repression and atomic war with all its terrors by making democratic life impossible for a long time, regardless of who wins. A smart nymph, according to Toynbee, would work for peaceful coexistence...
...Manhattan emporium of Scandinavian good taste, into a strange place, half fairyland and half Punch cartoon. Puckish faces were everywhere, and they bore a remarkable resemblance to the artist-bright-eyed, point-nosed, with an expression of gaiety rampant. The show included chummy centaurs bearing candles, chubby wood nymphs lurking in the shrubbery, birds that never were, sinuous but homey maidens, and friendly eggheads sprouting flowers. One Stolen Nymph, her navel flower-decked, sat sidesaddle aboard a centaur, who was chiefly interested in some birds. She looked piqued...
...casually as any of the other gorgeous flowers (a director spotted her on the street), and that she probably has no more talent than it takes for a black-eyed Susan to allure a bee. Beauty she has to a thrilling degree-the helpless beauty of a dark little nymph who seems to wake the satyr in men. But the secret of Gina's success is not beauty, not brains, not even luck. Hers is the first appearance in sunny Italy of a stormy Hollywood phenomenon: the Star Type...