Word: fatalism
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...whose face fits the drama is the lute player, who has a very full, dark, biblical beard. Furthermore, the singers are not consistent in their facial expressions; some of them never show any expression at all, while others come up with some amateurish miming. When the queen hears the fatal prophecy a worried expression comes over her face, more like a wife who has burned the potatoes than a queen who is about to lose her husband and kingdom...
...started in 1962, when hand some, well-to-do Dr. Robert Boehme (rhymes with Mamie) was brought to trial in Tacoma for the attempted mur der of his wife Dorothy. The state charged Boehme with injecting a near-fatal dose of poison into her veins so that he could be free to marry sensu ous Mary Boehme, his great and good friend, who had previously been mar ried to his brother. Throughout the trial, Wife Dorothy spent most of her time flashing smiles of encouragement at Boehme, who was, in due course, acquitted. Three months later, his wife died...
...health had been declining in recent years, and just before Christmas he went to Houston's Methodist Hospital, where Dr. Michael DeBakey performed extensive cardiovascular surgery. While he was convalescing at his home in Montego Bay, Jamaica, Rose caught a cold, which rapidly developed into fatal lobar pneumonia...
...Ireland," said George Moore, "is a fatal disease." Author John McGahern gloomily agrees. In The Barracks, a first novel of keening intensity, he called the disease cancer and described how a woman dies of it in a squalid Irish village. In The Dark, his second novel, he calls the disease despair and describes how it drains and ultimately destroys a young man of talent...
...lousy slob!" says Dilwick the police chief. "Shut up, pig," says Mike Hammer-for him, an exquisitely genteel response. He has already extracted several of Dilwick's teeth with his knuckles, later subjects him to a fatal phlebotomy with a .38-cal. slug. The action in Mickey Spillane's 18th book is embossed with his usual delicate imagery ("The sun was thumbing its nose at the night"), characterization ("On some people skin is skin, but on her it was an invitation to dine"), and grammar ("You lay there, kid"; "I thought I could discern shouts"). As always...