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...those barracks a few days ago and it was all I could do to stand the sight and smell of the parodies of human beings who inhabited them. They were alive by instinct only and by instinct they almost knocked me down when I produced from my pocket one pitiful chocolate bar in answer to a plea of a prisoner for food. At the sight of that morsel of food these filthy, spidery human beings were galvanized by a single impulse: to get a crumb, just a crumb of something to put into their stomachs. I saw the barracks again...
...full of the burnt smell of shooting and the men's ears rang with gunfire on the day a small reconnaissance group raided a town in Sicily. As they moved cautiously along, Bernstein glanced across the street at a young private named Taylor. "Isn't this like the movies?" Taylor said with a grin. "Isn't this just like the movies...
...Manhattan. Caruso's grand piano, his 16th-Century Madonna and Mrs. Caruso's story were too much for the girl ghost: she kept weeping over her work for two weeks. Finally Mrs. Caruso said: "I decided to write the book myself. While I wrote I could smell the verbena just as though he were here. . . . Those failures [her two marriages since Caruso's death] were no one's fault. . . . Death had not ended my marriage to Enrico...
...from the caldrons of the subways came a hot, sour, brownish odor-a smell of sweating men, of dank nests burned out by flamethrowers. Out of the subway's stench emerged boys in grey-green and hobnailed boots. These were among the last-the Hitlerjugend. Some were drunk and some reeled from weariness, some sobbed and some hiccupped. One more Platz in the last long mile to the Wilhelmstrasse had been won, and one more Red banner flapped over a scene of dead bodies and discarded swastika armbands...
Dillinger (Monogram) is the story of a Public Enemy No. i whose misbehavior seems so innocuous, beside the work of later international candidates, that you can almost smell the sachet along with the tear gas and gunpowder. The picture recalls how this born delinquent knocked over a string of banks, a mail train, a harmless elderly couple and two of his associates; and how at last his girl betrayed him to G-men, who shot him down as he walked out of a nickelodeon. Fortunately, this old-fashioned story is told in an old-fashioned way. The result: a tough...