Word: wretch
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...dead soul out of Gogol, a human figure rose out of a dung heap recently in the Ukrainian village of Tsirkuny, and rushed forth shrieking: "I want to live! I want to work!" Astounded neighbors, reported the Soviet newspaper Izvestia last week, found that the stinking, blinking, sunken-jawed wretch was Grisha Sikalenko, 37, a fellow they all thought had died a hero's death fighting Germans in World War II. In truth, quavered Grisha, he had deserted the very night he marched away to war, sneaked home to the hiding place his parents made for him under...
Victory is within his grasp. Will he permit it to be snatched from him by the villain (Herbert Lorn), a sneery guide from the neighboring valley who sneaks off in the predawn darkness to beat him to the top? The last reel of the picture finds him chasing the wretch up what purports to be (but obviously is not) the sheer east face of the Matterhorn, in an exhibition of freehanded folly that made one old Alpinist who saw the picture snicker and inquire: "Why not do it on roller skates? It's just as safe...
...king was strangely calm and compelling. Rarely was he moved to the familiar, passion-torn shrieks of other Lears. His fantastic monologues with himself sounded almost conversational: "Let the great Gods, that keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch...
...this "puffed man" is not quite the same as the Flagstaff who inhabited Henry IV. There he had much nobility, and always emerged victorious. Here he is noble in name only; his I.Q. is perceptibly lower, and he always comes out vanquished. But he's still a lovable old wretch, even though "given to fornications, and to taverns and sack and wine and metheglins, and to drinkings and swearings and starings, pribbles and prabbles...
...pupil, scientists may come in any size or shape, but "they are interesting only in science, talk about science all the time, have a mild temper and patience beyond endurance." The poor wretch of the laboratory "doesn't hardly ever have time to fix his self up, he is so busy experimenting. Usually single-if married not many kids, if any. But a real brain. Doesn't hardly ever go to bed." "I believe," said one student, "the typical scientist would stay in his little laboratory most of the time except to eat and go to conventions...