Word: satanically
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Satan's Payroll. Until she was 22, Sister Virginia's life passed uneventfully in the nunnery. Then she looked out a window and saw Gian Paolo Osio, a handsome young man who lived on a fine estate next to the convent. "After I had seen Osio twice," Sister Virginia said, "it seemed as though I were forced by the Devil to go to that window." She meant it literally. Like everyone else in those days, Sister Virginia believed that Satan and all his devils roamed the world to snare men's souls...
...Million Members. Much of the hostility was understandable, since the zealous Witnesses quite openly accuse traditional churches of being unBiblical and deride their leaders as servants of Satan. But many Munich residents were appalled by the bitterness of the churches' attack on the Witnesses, and sect workers found no difficulty in finding rooms for assembly visitors. In the end, the convention assembled and housed 110,000 members from all over Northern and Central Europe. Witness President Nathan Knorr announced that the number of Witnesses had in creased 15% in the past year. Witness total worldwide: about...
...most of them are going to be out of luck when Armageddon comes. According to their belief, only 144,000 Witnesses will be called upon to reign in heaven with Christ. The rest will have to settle for 1,000 years of a second-class paradise on earth; afterwards Satan will be permanently overcome and all non-Witnesses consigned to darkness...
...Kelso: the $109,750 John B. Campbell Handicap, at Maryland's Bowie Race Course, thus becoming the third-biggest money winner in U.S. racing history (behind Round Table and Nashua). Carrying 131 lbs., Mrs. Richard C. du Font's great gelding rushed from behind to nip Crimson Satan by three-quarters of a length. The victory, Kelso's second in a $100,000-added race within a week, was worth $71,337-pushing his total winnings...
...back is curved as a barrel stave, and his chin kisses his chest. He looks like Satan grown chubby, but his deepest pleasure is the most innocent in Christendom-playing the harpsichord. His sweet music is brilliant and astonishingly rich, but at the end of a concert he can melt with a mundane gesture the mystic spell he has taken an evening to build. "I'm Fernando Valenti," he will say, extending a moist, pudgy hand. "Thank you very much for listening...