Word: terrorized
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...bright side of morphia. It is, perhaps, the most interesting and innocuous, if the least harrowing of the dope plays, which will take some of the sting out of the current Hearst expose of the narcotic evil. A good antidote and counterblast for the meretricious pity and terror inspired by such dope plays as Morphia and Seventh Heaven...
...that unites in one "news story" all the sleeping romantic fancies of human nature. Such a murder is the Dorothy King case. It has love (and illicit love-which is always more fascinating), riches, social prestige, an underworld motif, intrigue and violence. It appeals to snobbery, outraged morality, pity, terror and man's appetite for the human hunt. Thousands of plain people, reading the lurid three-page account in the Hearst press, can imagine themselves either the beautiful Broadway butterfly, Dorothy King; the rich and socially prominent "angel" and man of mystery, John Mitchell; the dark and debonnaire South...
...Gray Ghost-terror of Block Island...
...from the months of inn-keepers, shepherds, Lamas, or officers of "Red" of "White" detachments. Once, it is true the Yenisei River, in its springy floods brings a sight that neither author nor readers will ever forget: "Watching this glorious withdrawal of the ice. I was filled with terror and revolt at seeing the awful spoils which the Yenisei bore away in this annual retreat. These were the bodies of the executed counter-revolutionaries . . . Hundreds of these bodies with heads and hands cut off, with mutilated faces and bodies half burned, with broken skulls, floated and mingled with the blocks...
There are two kinds of tragedy: terrible and tearful. When you saw John Barrymore carried up the front stoop of Elsinore and off into the West, you didn't feel like crying. A tragic climax such as that one gives a feeling of mystery and terror much more than of pity. When, on the other hand, you see Camille dying by inches in the postponed embrace of Armand Duval, you do want to weep...