O! say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,... Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Well gentlemen, this is it. This is what we've been waiting for. Tonight your target is Tokyo. And you're gonna play 'em the Star ...Spangled Banner with two-ton bombs. All you've got to do is to remember what you've learned and follow your squadron leaders. They'll get you in, and they'll get you out. Any questions? All right that's all. Good luck to you. Give 'em hell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Spig Wead: I've been thinking what a heel I've been about you and about my own kids. I don't know, when I do something, I go all t...he way. Living. Gambling. Flying. I tap myself out. I guess that's the way I want it to be. Maybe even the way I am. Minne Wead: Star-spangled Spig. Damn the martinis, full speed ahead and don't give up the ship.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In short, camp mocks bad taste; kitsch exploits it. Camp arouses our sense of the ridiculous and we respond with amused tolerance.... When we see Bette Davis or Ruth Gordon, fine if sometimes flamboyant performers, relax their self-discipline and overextend their acting technique in a superfluity of ineffective gestures--finger-twitching and hip-switching, hand-rubbing or hip-protruding--we label the sum total as camp. Mae West, whose nasally provocative delivery, eye-rolling, lip-pursing, and pelvic tics parody the conventional invitation to dalliance, is never out of control and is camp, pure and simple.... Camp was also the stock-in-trade of Carmen Miranda, whose retina-searing Technicolor get-ups, skyscraper headdresses bearing a season's fruit harvest, clomping platform shoes and garbled English projected in a voice that could be heard on Mars all came together beautifully in her campy personification of Exaggeration. Had we been blessed with the Brazilian Bombshell's own blazing interpretation of Joan of Arc, the grotesque, if fascinating, result would surely have been kitsch.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dollars! All their cares, hopes, joys, affections, virtues, and associations seemed to be melted down into dollars. Whatever the c...hance contributions that fell into the slow cauldron of their talk, they made the gruel thick and slab with dollars. Men were weighed by their dollars, measures were gauged by their dollars; life was auctioneered, appraised, put up, and knocked down for its dollars. The next respectable thing to dollars was any venture having their attainment for its end. The more of that worthless ballast, honour and fair-dealing, which any man cast overboard from the ship of his Good Nature and Good Intent, the more ample stowage-room he had for dollars. Make commerce one huge lie and mighty theft. Deface the banner of the nation for an idle rag; pollute it star by star; and cut out stripe by stripe as from the arm of a degraded soldier. Do anything for dollars! What is a flag to them!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Following publication of an advertisement of a "Barbacue & Ice" at Beauchamp's Springs, at which congressional candidates were to ...speak, the editor of the Houston Morning Star, of July 4, 1839, said: "(It will) not be an unfavorable opportunity for these gentlemen to express their true politics ... provided ... the liquors do not prove too powerful."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root,... Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to her mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »