Word: sages
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Among the noble qualities of the Soviet citizen is class hatred," cried Komsomolskaya Pravda. "It is a sage and profound feeling of organic hatred toward the enemy-toward all the filthy, abominable remnants of the old world, its wolfish laws and fetid life. . . . Irreconcilable, inflexible, untamable hate should be nourished by every worker, by every collective farm worker, by every soldier and office employe, by every teacher and artist, because this hate is a great, heroic, sacred hate which belongs to the proletariat...
...their spleeny spokesman being Pinko Deputy Leon LaGrange who had declared in debate, "The 200 families who rule this country are opposing the National will!" These villains, Deputy La-Grange said, are headed by "the regents of the Bank of France, de Rothschild and de Wendel!" In French villages sage peasants with gold in their mattresses laughed at the Pinks...
...only they mattered and the day in all its May glory was naught. Note books, bearing no sign of service, lay scattered on the desk; Anatole France was there in "The crime of Sylvestro Bonnard"; and somewhere there also was Omar Khayyam, the winter sage. Then, sandwiched, unhappily it seemed, between a man of science on one side and a philosopher on the other was "Alice in Wonderland...
Meanwhile Eleutherios Venizelos lay, broken and distrait, in a Paris clinic, far from his old sage self. He complained: "Italy let me down. If Italy had not prevented my friend, General Nicholas Plastiras, from joining me, I might today be master of Greece." Speculative this statement was, but fact it was that had Italy not given Venizelos timely sanctuary, he would now be in a position similar to that of the two silent generals...
...effectiveness of several descriptions can be gleaned from the following passage, which epitomizes Mr. Blake's style, and the spirit in which he writes. "We killed rattlesnakes, big ones, the mottled brown diamond backs that were everywhere, among the rocks, on the glaring open salt fiats, in the sage country. I shudder to think, of those ugly reptiles coiled and ratting, ready to strike venom into a man's leg and turn his red blood a vivid, poisonous green. And I feel the cold shivers on my spine when I realize that I stepped within a foot...