Word: rage
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mind half parlor-game, half maniacal sincerity, woos him as a "Master," a "Dark Angel," the modest herald of Rimbaud's "heyday of assassination." He drives the tricky, mousy little murderer nearly witless with hypnosis and fear. Inevitably too, he is no more enmeshing than enmeshed. In rage and shame as an amateur, a rejected disciple, he is drawn at length into a botched attempt at sexual murder...
...madman. Critics suggested that he was astigmatic, if not insane. When he died in 1614 his fame was already on the wane, and soon his greatest paintings were tucked away in dim sacristies and behind altars. The flashy, flattering portraits of brilliant Court-painter Velásquez became the rage, and El Greco was forgotten. Forgotten he remained for nearly 300 years...
...mood: the number of airplanes being shipped to England was not 700 a month, as predicted last spring, nor 600, nor 500, nor 400, nor 300. The total was 177 to England, 102 to Canada. The shock to the national pride, if to nothing else, was acute. Men might rage or despair or work furiously, but they couldn't seem to get planes to Britain. Even the 279 planes were 75 more than had been shipped in September. And the President had evidently altered his 50-50 rule-of-thumb policy of division of airplane production between Britain...
...going to marry her mother rose but finally ebbed. When about the age of a U. S. debutante, Friedelind, by her own account, used to lunch now & then with the Führer and chirp all sorts of criticisms of Nazi doings, which sometimes put him in a rage...
...classic about a California Robin Hood who made things too hot for a dastard Spanish colonial governor. To pacify the Hays office, the Z-mark is carved only once on real flesh- on a man's chest instead of his forehead. (The Fairbanks version precipitated a nationwide rage for Z-cutting among small fry.) Basil Rathbone furnishes the dueling opposition for Power, Linda Darnell the fond glances...