Word: wastelanders
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...sorry ... I was a Nazi, and I was happy that I was one ... I can be forced to give the outward signs of another belief, but what I keep in my heart is mine forever ... Oh my God, I love Germany, as she is now, a hopeless wasteland, and I will walk into this wasteland and, with only the power of my hands, create a paradise therein, more beautiful than that in the Bible. This shall be my future...
...glorious dead, he icily proceeds to ask: who caused them to die so horribly, and to what end? How does Nordic supremacy look when more than a quarter of a million of its devotees are hobbling and crawling, half-mad and half-dead, through an icy, foreign wasteland? How does the image of the divine Führer look to his worshipers in the moment when they themselves have "become bridges and carpets for his foot to trample upon...
Azad Kashmir. In mountain passes of the north and east the Indian army engaged fierce Waziris, Afridis and Kashmiri tribesmen from areas where Kashmir blends with the North West Frontier Province in rugged mountain wasteland. There, in remote Gilgit, where the Indian subcontinent touches Soviet Russia, is quartered a government called Azad Kashmir (Free Kashmir) headed by an ambitious onetime petty civil servant named Sirdar Ibrahim...
...Great Waste. The deceptive luxuriance of the valley has long filled men with dreams of wealth, but actually the valley is a great wasteland. From the air the Amazon looks at one minute like a wide brown river (it varies from one to seven miles in width). In the next minute, it has lost all pattern in a thousand islands of every conceivable size...
...abstraction by Mark Tobey. There were the sanitary surfaces of Georgia O'Keeffe, the fluid mists of John Marin, a pasteboard street scene by Stuart Davis. A few canvases with less familiar trademarks made gallery-goers look twice: Joe Jones's "Departure" from a grim and desolate wasteland; Henry Koerner's tired old couple, huddled in a cart, gazing numbly at the ruin about them; Theodore Lux Feininger's old-fashioned engines, squatting eerily on old-fashioned tracks, like ghosts in the night...