Word: passion
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...childhood, he had suffered an incurable injury to his back which doubtless accounted for much of his irascibility. On the other hand, he was often tactless to a degree, pompous in his bearing, quick to give and take offense and often almost boorish in his treatment of inferiors. His passion was imperialism and no toe, no matter to whom it belonged, escaped his heel if its owner got in the way of his policy. Few men were a match for him in withering invective; none surpassed him. He was a statesman of the old Victorian school, which had much...
...Winnemac, the itch was inflamed to an ache, a passion for pure science and meticulous laboratory research. The purposes of Arrowsmith's contemporaries were shoddy, sloppy (there was a beefy Bible-banger, a medical Babbitt, an icy, calculating dollar-chaser). And even stronger than Arrowsmith's reactions against these was his love for the lonely, sardonic genius of the school, Max Gottlieb, Mephistophelian German Jew, brilliant immunologist, pure scientist...
Interwoven in this uneven melodrama is the suggestion, to be expected, of men being the sport of hidden strings of fate and passion. But sometimes, as in the actual marionette show put upon the stage, the strings are made too evident by the dramatist. Effects of huge shadows and splashes of vivid color sometimes divert attention from the fact that the characters themselves are pulled about in jerks. Miriam Hopkins, erstwhile of musical comedy, and Fredric March as the lover have several plangent scenes together, and C. Henry Gordon pitches about energetically as the husband. But the trail...
...though their eyes might burst in wonder, for only in Russia could he find such voices as those that enchant or dominate the air of Balieff's Bat. From the piercing shriek of Katinka, through the lyric beauty of the soprano, the sombre resignation of the contralto, the passion of the tenor, the expansiveness of the baritone, to that epitome of Slavdom, the resonance of a Russian bass--all were perfection in every register; a complete organ in themselves, though composed only of the vox humana
...wife loves the husband's friend; the husband has his own affinity. Yet they love each other and sit down to have the whole thing out. Most humans would have grabbed each other and tired of the affair before Joyce's characters stop talking about it. They deal with passion in paragraphs and prefaces. No doubt a lot that they say might be said, unheard, inside of any of us under similar circumstances. But it does not form a very fiery evening in the Theatre...