Word: remorseless
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...oozy lakes-crocodiles are noxiously at home. Branded upon memory may remain a fight between two mammoth crocodiles, each some 20 feet long-savage devils, mercilessly tearing, raking, lunging, thrashing the ooze with loud slaps of mighty tails. The eyes seem to glare with sheer hate, remorseless, soulless, infernal. The defeated crocodile, mangled and dead, is not eaten until it has partially decayed and thus become more succulent to the victor. Pigmies. Suspicious of the white man, Congo Pigmies often set thin, poisoned stakes point upward in his path. He, knowing or fearing that they are always watching, perhaps with...
...should make a pilgrimage to the Holy City cannot seem entirely unrelated to the somewhat sordid suicide of four promising American undergraduates within the space of a few weeks. The only explanation that is sufficiently vague to be true is that of failure to adapt oneself to an inevitable, remorseless environment, an environment of natural hardship and of social horror. The biologist would claim it to be the elimination of the unfit in the struggle for existence, and as such a natural and beneficial part of the law of life. The theologian must interpret it in different terms, no less...
...toms to a native girl who wants a kiss-kiss. In the midst of this jungle of atmosphere is a huge man (white) paralyzed from the waist down. He is bent upon revenging himself on a man (also white) who has wronged him years before. The play is remorseless, obvious and undeniably effective. Sufficient portions of sex are, of course, added. It will serve nicely for those who now and then like to take the whole evening off and just go native...
...humor, satiric, satisfying. And when one sees the figure of the old preacher and priest. Alurid, pathetic in his own futility, planning the lives of his family and friends quite with out success, when one glimpses his wife, dying of cancer, slowly and with the help of a remorseless and unscientific God, one feels the throb which comes with appreciation of depths really plumbed...
...Orleans, one William Kennedy. For twelve rounds Kennedy kept coming in, jerking his head from side to side under the champion's sharpshooting, his red eyes glazed and almost sightless under the fire of the electric torches; kept coming in, while Kaplan, irritated by his resistance, clubbed remorseless blows to the body, sent jabs flickering to his bloody mouth: kept coming in. . . At the end of the fight, Kennedy was still conscious...