Word: reader
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...same smile that prevents him from sermonizing prevents him equally well from annihilating. He is cool and he is pleasant. Too cool and too pleasant to push his arguments to their farthest limits. His smile of understanding never changes into the frown of annoyance, with the result that the reader is at times disappointed in not seeing the adversary completely disposed of. It would be interesting if Professor Perry should ever draw upon the stock of reserve force that undeniably lies behind his writing-but he is plainly prevented from doing so by the knowledge that fifty or one hundred...
...perhaps I do him an injustice. It is certain that on the subject of colleges he feels deeply and speaks strongly. Let the reader judge for himself of the strength and sting of this paragraph from his essay on "Emerson's Most Famous Speech"--and let him ponder it as well; for herein lies the key to the whole volume: "If he (Emerson) were of our generation . . . would he not say: 'O you who are cramped in costly buildings, clogged with routine, preoccupied with, administrative machinery, how can you see the sun whether it be shining? Where is your free...
...impression I do not care to leave with a reader is the ides that huge sums of money are being spent for military purposes at the present time. On the contrary the United States now has more military equipment than she requires in time of peace. Only enough guns are now being manufactured to satisfy the demands for experimentation and testing...
...gentle reader seeks pure water, the eagle pure air, the miser pure gold, so Frank A. Munsey seeks purity in the news; and yet- on the front page of his admirable newspaper your eye meets these soul-searing statements...
...enjoyment of the recent tale of murder and psychoanalysis, from the pen of Mr. Ben Hecht, is neither augmented nor impaired by the eventual disentanglement of its complexities. It is the quaint, initial assassination itself, the atmosphere of brooding horror, the haunted eyes of De Medici, that fling the reader of The Florentine Dagger (TIME, Sept. 3) into a bewildered Nirvana of goose flesh and insomnia. It is the mental gymnastics of Sherlock Holmes or the chemical fumblings of Craig Kennedy that delight, rather than their eventual (and predictable) triumphs...