Word: unrealness
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Reporting by official and neutral news agencies was dreamy, unreal, ridiculously ironic. D.N.B. told of Alpine troops fighting on Ukraine's plains; Tass described Germans rushing into battle "in a drunken condition," Rumanians being pushed into battle at the bayonet's point; and though there had never been such vastnesses, the world's press was overfed with vignettes -a number of Russian peasants capturing three parachutists, two planes dropping eight bombs which killed a postman and burned two barns at Tammisaari, Finland...
Speaking of Libya, the Prime Minister candidly admitted that "technical mistakes and mischances occurred. . . . Our armored forces became disorganized. . . .But anyone who supposes there will not be mistakes in war is very unreal and foolish." Referring to Greece, he said: "Hitler has told us that it was a crime . . .on our part to go to the aid of the Greeks...
...most U.S. citizens, still not fully awake to the threat of Europe's war, the possibility of a bombing attack is as remote and unreal as an invasion from Mars. Yet military men know that such an attack might, become real. They also know that even a minor raid might cause catastrophic mass hysteria. Sixty minutes of hokum in an Orson Welles broadcast three years ago gave them a rough idea of what could happen...
...when the Nazi war machine had rolled over another one, recognized the Government in exile. So it was with Norway, The Netherlands, Luxembourg; so it threatened to be for many more. It was a grim, unvaried procession, that at its best made U. S. policy seem well-meaning, unimaginative, unreal...
Lord Lothian was indeed ill; he was dying. In the big, red-brick Embassy in Washington the Ambassador, a devout Christian Scientist, lay suffering the final ravages of uremic poisoning that to his faith was real only to the material world, unreal to the world of the spirit. Since his return to the U. S. from London three weeks before, the hearty, ruddy-cheeked Ambassador had gone out little. But sometimes he would ask old friends in for brief, quiet talk, of no immediate relation to war and his work, as if wanting to reassure himself that they were still...