Word: uprighteously
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...however, are all either evil and powerful, or noble, upright and brilliant, except for the hero who becomes noble after the first half of the movie. The Four Masters are exemplary of the great-and-noble man: the first is a Hindu who concentrates so that bullets pass through him: the second is far faster and more accurate with his gun than the rider; the next is a faster sharp-shooter who has hundreds of pet rabbits (all of which we get to see die, of course); the last is an old man who uses a butterfly net instead...
Officially, the Republicans would probably never even have to mention Chappaquiddick. Says a G.O.P. operative in California: "We'd talk about character, about stability and morality, and the voters couldn't help thinking about Chappaquiddick. Compared with that incident, Nixon comes out looking sincere and upright and wholesome...
...literary logistics involved are, to put it mildly, colossal. Winds begins in the Washington of 1939, in the mind of Commander "Pug" Henry, an upright WASP of the old school who is about to be posted to Berlin as the new U.S. naval attaché. The book ends a few days after Pearl Harbor. By that time Henry has served Franklin Roosevelt as a special observer in Germany, Britain and Russia, acquired a pregnant Jewish daughter-in-law who is still trying to escape from Nazi Europe, refused to give his foolish, flighty wife a divorce, and seen his first...
...most. Perhaps he remembers the wartime meetings with Roosevelt and Churchill, the great victories and the shattering defeats. Perhaps he also recalls one of his favorite lines from the Confucian scholar Mencius, which he used to quote to his aides: "If, on self-examination, I find that I am upright, I will go forward against thousands and tens of thousands...
...next day and night were like a whirlwind--twenty-four hours of interrogations without sleep, after which I was handcuffed and put into a black upright coffin in the back of a van and sped over to Secret Police Headquarters (MFS) for an examination of my body including up my rear end, under my tongue, between my toes, and in my hair. I reeled half-asleep into the office of the interrogation judge, Traute, who asked me if I had any wishes before he turned me back over to the Secret Police. He told me they had no bail here...