Word: soule
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Over the top window of Manhattan's tallest building hover perpetually two genuine angels, standing guard over a soul imprisoned in a steel girder...
Merely the task of familiarizing himself with the Library of Congress, let alone running it, would make a more timid soul quail. Since Thomas Jefferson revived it with his books as a nucleus in 1815, after the British burned it (in the Capitol) in 1814, the collection has grown to some 6,000,000 volumes and pamphlets,* 1,500,000 maps and views, 1,200,000 pieces and volumes of music, 550,000 prints, 100,000 bound volumes of newspapers, uncountable manuscripts. In it is deposited by law a copy of every publication copyrighted in the U. S. With...
...first time, spring has not brought complete satisfaction to the Vagabond. There is alarm in his soul. Not the rumblings of war; that is still too remote; an ocean yet intervenes. Not examinations. They are part of every spring. Something worse...
...into account the nature of man. I believe that fundamental, biological inequality is a fact of nature. I also believe that the instinct to preserve society is one of the highest sublimations of the erotic instinct plus reason and intelligence. The democratic idea, of the value of every human soul and the right of every human being to protect his own interests in so far as they do not too drastically infringe upon the interests of others, is not in the least incompatible with the aristocratic conception, provided the latter is removed from the field of privilege. A good society...
Leading literary pluggers for the Nazi folk-soul are: Harms Johst, Germany's foremost dramatist by default, and since 1935 head of the Reich Chamber of Literature. His Schlageter was for years almost the only presentable Nazi drama. In 1934 Johst's play Prophets was so violently anti-Semitic that it frightened even Field Marshal Goring into banning it. Johst is author of the Nazi crack: "Whenever I hear the word Culture, I reach for my revolver...