Sentences with phrase «sense of outrage on»

Not exact matches

There is also a sense among analysts that investors believe the worst may be over in terms of public opinion, though that remains to be seen given the outrage over the disaster caused by the explosion on the Deepwater Horizon drilling rig in April.

Until its moral capital had completely vanished, it traded on a sense of moral outrage at the injustices of the world, and it proposed a revolution to create a better one.

But on those rare (and for most people perhaps nonexistent) occasions when we hold Class II objections, we do indeed feel a sense of having been outraged and violated.

Shamed, smarting, frustrated, they run into Moses and Aaron on their way out and let fly upon them their sense of outrage in strong terms which can be understood in all time and in every language: «You have made us stink!»

The outrage among Obama's erstwhile Jewish supporters, as reflected daily in Marty Peretz» blog The Spine, on the website of The New Republic, is heightened by the sense of wounded self - esteem felt by clever people who have just been swindled.

Some expressed a sense of outrage that scientists have encroached on their turf.

As for the controls that seem to illicit such outrage from the main street press, once learned, they contribute to a sense of immersion that had the same command been tied to a button on your controller, never could or would.

And this extraordinary journey to India, originally shown as a miniseries on European television, is infused with his sense of discovery, as well as occasional outrage, intrigue, and joy.

His work shocked contemporaries and often sparked outrage — the flagrant Blue Nude, a provocative, perverse portrait of Amélie reclining in the garden sunlight was misunderstood and received by critics like a physical assault on the senses, language Matisse used himself to explain his almost violent process.

Likewise, it was a community outrage (a sometimes overly - aggressive one) that forced Bioware to address their lazy, written - on - a-napkin ending to the Mass Effect trilogy, while journalists mumbled out a half - baked «sense of entitlement» narrative.

As I dug deeper I was struck by the sense of outrage and loss this painting aroused in so many people: The family of Lea Bondi, determined to reclaim the stolen portrait she had failed to recover in her lifetime; the Manhattan District Attorney who sent shock waves through the international art world and enraged many of New York's most prominent cultural organizations when he issued a subpoena and launched a criminal investigation following the surprise resurfacing of Portrait of Wally; the New York art dealer who tipped off a reporter about the painting during the opening of the Schiele exhibition at MoMA; the Senior Special Agent at the Department of Homeland Security who vowed not to retire until the fight was over; the art theft investigator who unearthed the post-war subterfuge and confusion that ultimately landed the painting in the hands of a young, obsessed Schiele collector; the museum official who testified before Congress that the seizure of Portrait of Wally could have a crippling effect on the ability of American museums to borrow works of art; the Assistant United States Attorney who took the case to the eve of trial; and the legendary Schiele collector who bartered for Portrait of Wally in the early 1950s and fought to the end of his life to bring it home to Vienna.

To my taste, the booth is too subdued and lacked a similar sense of urgency, outrage and indignation that was expressed by (European) journalists and cartoonists commenting on the events at the time.

While the Brooklyn Museum is dealing with a new round of outrage regarding A Fire In My Belly, conjuring a nagging sense that we are doomed to repeat the culture wars over and over again whether it is with Wojnarowicz, Robert Mapplethorpe, Andres Serrano or Chris Ofili, the question remains what will be the lasting effects of this battle on Wojnarowicz's work, future curatorial decisions and the politics of art.

My sense of outrage can not even be tempered by thought of judgement after death - for I firmly believe (and I have brushed with the boatman on the Styx) there is nothing else after this life.

And yet, there's no sense of focused national outrage (discontent is probably a better word), no movement gaining momentum to address the roots of the problem that lead to the BP spill, and the government has shown that it feels no pressure to take significant action on behalf of the environment.

In an earlier job, I had edited an edition of the VCOSS magazine Insight on Crime and Justice issues, with a growing sense of outrage at the structural inequities and injustices at work in our system, particularly for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people.