Word: dooming
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...thing, Germans are now fond of seeing war movies. German exhibitors discovered that even U.S. war films, depicting Germans as hateful Nazis, went over big. Now German-made films are going in for World War II dramas. Battling from the outset against impending doom-for after all, Germany lost the war-their heroes always turn against the villainous Gestapo or otherwise show that, deep down inside, their hearts belong to the Hitler Resistance, before riding off in tank, sub or Stuka to their Valhalla...
...stark ever to suggest some transcendent tempering of the harsh natural order of things. And Yeats' translation of the chorus' last lines--"Call no man fortunate that is not dead./The dead are free from pain"--crystallizes the pessimistic fatalism and brooding sense of ultimate doom that pervade the whole from the outset, and to which only a production of this nature could have done full justice...
...confess to his own guilty crime while absent and then to smoke out the atmosphere of crime and guilt that haunted his childhood, is charged with ominous Aeschylean echoes. The Greek Furies themselves still hunt the criminal down, until he is able to convert an Orestes-like fleeing from doom into a Christian pursuit of salvation. Against this search for light are placed things blind and self-centered in contemporary life-a mother's passionate willfulness, a smug family's hush-hush gentility...
Toward Pessimism. Nothing in Alsop's upbringing, or, for that matter, in his early newspapering years, suggests his role as a soothsayer of doom. Born 48 years ago in Avon, Conn., son of a well-to-do tobacco raiser, Joe Alsop idled, read and ate his way through adolescence. Groton and Harvard, emerging a 5 ft. 9 in., 245-Ib. magna cum laude dandy addicted to French cuffs and French pastry, Proust, Joyce, Gertrude Stein, and the decay of ancient civilizations-Egypt, the Mayans, Greece and Rome. By then it was clear that Joe had no real interest...
...proud nowhere of earth's most prodigious night blossoms a newborn babe:around him,eyes -gifted with every keener appetite than mere unmiracle can quite appease- humbly in their imagined bodies kneel (over time space doom dream while floats the whole perhapsless mystery of paradise...