Word: humaneness
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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Father Weigel begins with the premise of two orders, sacral and secular, governed by divine and human law. Each is autonomous in its own sphere. Divine law concerns man's relationship to God, human law his relationship to his fellow beings. The secular order is inferior to but not subject to the sacral. Man lives in both orders simultaneously, and when they conflict, it is commonly agreed that the individual abides by the dictates of his conscience whether he be Protestant, Jew or Catholic. With this basis stated. Father Weigel turns to some implied questions by "the thinking Protestant...
...royal family at the celebrations. Even that old nationalist warhorse, Dr. Nnamde ("Zik") Azikiwe, 55, who cursed Britain for years in his personal campaign for Nigerian independence, proclaimed that "we give credit to Britain for an imperishable legacy of the rule of law and legacy of respect for human dignity and freedom." U.S.-educated Zik, of all people, is to be the Queen's personal representative as the nation's first Nigerian Governor General...
...oblivious to BB, accorded her a sort of ghoulish obituary-in-life: "Once upon a time there was a starlet who saw happiness only in glory. She had glory beyond all expectations. Even her name vanished and remained only as two initials: BB. Glory devoured everything: private life, peace, human personality-real or imagined...
...says he brought less than a -teaspoonful-two grams-of the whitish powder from Argentina. This would mean that" it" had been extracted from 2,000 horses (costly, because the horses are killed in the process), as Durovic says he gets only about one milligram per horse. And the human dose of Krebiozen is so fantastically minute-only 1/100 of a milligram-that two grams would be enough for 200,000 doses. Durovic has recently announced making his first U.S. batch of 200 mg. from 200 horses...
...putting its bad apples at the top of the barrel and its milk of human kindness inside Pernod bottles, Irma La Douce endows its harmless story with a nice tingle of iniquity, even a certain mixture of sweetness and bite. Now and then the gags and goings-on go sour, or the story droops: Nestor-Oscar, for example, outwears its welcome. But under Peter Brook's brilliant direction, most of Irma moves remarkably fast, with the advisable speed of things outside the law and people on the lam-or it kicks its heels with Parisian verve and pertness. Marguerite...