All 31 Uses of
malicious
in
Atlas Shrugged
- They were bewildered, unhappy children-he thought-all of them, even his mother, and he was foolish to resent their ineptitude; it came from their helplessness, not from malice.†
Chpt 1.2
- They stood looking at each other: hers was a glance of admiration, his of mockery; but it was not the mockery of malice-it was the laughter of a salute.†
Chpt 1.5
- He saw the article, "The Octopus," by Bertram Scudder, which was not an expression of ideas, but a bucket of slime emptied in public-an article that did not contain a single fact, not even an invented one, but poured a stream of sneers and adjectives in which nothing was clear except the filthy malice of denouncing without considering proof necessary.†
Chpt 1.6
- At the end of a dark street, the bulbs of an electric sign kept going on and off, as if winking at her maliciously.†
Chpt 1.7 *
- Only the dark walls of the slums remained in his memory, the rain of an autumn evening, and the righteous malice of the man's mouth, a small mouth stretched to yell into the darkness: "…. the noblest ideal-that man live for the sake of his brothers, that the strong work for the weak, that he who has ability serve him who hasn't …."†
Chpt 1.8
- He disliked the sight of the city: it now looked as if it hid the threat of some malicious unknown.†
Chpt 1.8
- Beyond the windows of the hotel room, the spring sunlight of early morning sparkled on the windows of the city, the sky was a very pale blue that seemed young, the offices were still closed, and the city did not look as if it held malice, but as if it were joyously, hopefully ready to swing into action-in the same manner as Rearden.†
Chpt 1.8
- He swore half-aloud, with resentful malice, as if the loss, the rain and his head cold were someone's personal conspiracy against him.†
Chpt 1.9
- Mayor Bascom looked astonished by Rearden's reaction; he had made the remark without malice, merely like a fellow cheat displaying his shrewdness to his partners in guilt.†
Chpt 1.10
- …whether her spite, her sarcasm, the cowardly manner of delivering insults under the protection of a smile, were not the opposite of what he had always taken them to be-not a method of torture, but a twisted form of despair, not a desire to make him suffer, but a confession of her own pain, a defense for the pride of an unloved wife, a secret plea-so that the subtle, the hinted, the evasive in her manner, the thing begging to be understood, was not the open malice, but the hidden love.†
Chpt 1.10
- But the man who kills himself, making a show of his death in order to hurt somebody, the man who gives his life for malice-there's no forgiveness for him, no excuse, he's rotten clear through, and what he deserves is that people spit at his memory, instead of feeling sorry for him and hurt, as he wanted them to be…… Well, that was Eric Starnes.†
Chpt 1.10
- Dr. Stadler could have regarded the sentence as conceivable, had it been uttered with hatred, envy or malice; but the absence of any such emotion, the casual ease of the voice, an ease suggesting a chuckle, hit him like a moment's glimpse of a realm that could not be taken as part of reality; the thing spreading down to his stomach was cold terror.†
Chpt 2.1
- The faces that kept shifting and gathering around her seemed so friendly and their voices were so eagerly warm that she felt certain there was no malice anywhere in the room.†
Chpt 2.2
- That could be true, he thought; perhaps, by the reasoning of some crude, childish cowardice, the motive of their malice was a desire to protect him, to break him down into the safety of a compromise.†
Chpt 2.4
- Through all the years past, his consideration for them had brought him nothing but their maliciously righteous reproaches.†
Chpt 2.4
- Paul Larkin sat hunched forward, his face thrust out, pointed like an animal's muzzle, sharpened by a look of fear now turning into malicious hatred.†
Chpt 2.4
- There were also the faces of loose-mouthed young men and maliciously unkempt females, the kind who led the booing in newsreel theaters at any appearance of a businessman on the screen; they did not attempt a counter-demonstration; they were silent.†
Chpt 2.4
- Dagny found herself pushing people out of the way, fighting to reach the end of the train-but an emaciated man, with the staring eyes of years of malicious futility, rushed at her, shouting, "It's all right for you, you've got a good overcoat and a private car, but you won't give us any trains, you and all the selfish-"†
Chpt 2.5
- I don't know what form of corruption is your motive-but I want you to learn that there are things beyond your reach, beyond your aspiration or your malice.†
Chpt 2.9
- I saw them reaching into my soul, just as they reach into Mulligan's pocket, reaching to expropriate the value of my person, just as they reach to expropriate his wealth-I saw the impertinent malice of mediocrity boastfully holding up its own emptiness as an abyss to be filled by the bodies of its betters-I saw them seeking, just as they seek to feed on Mulligan's money, to feed on those hours when I wrote my music and on that which made me write it, seeking to gnaw their way to…†
Chpt 3.1
- …its thousand-ton furnaces, its transatlantic cables, its mahogany offices, its stock exchanges, its blazing electric signs, its power, its wealth-all of it was run, not by bankers and boards of directors, but by any unshaved humanitarian in any basement beer joint, by any face pudgy with malice, who preached that virtue must be penalized for being virtue, that the purpose of ability is to serve incompetence, that man has no right to exist except for the sake of others…… I knew it.†
Chpt 3.2
- …were being written, here, in his small cottage on a ledge of the valley, when all this prodigal magnificence of sound was being shaped by him as a flowing monument to a concept which equates the sense of life with the sense of beauty-while she had walked through the streets of New York in a hopeless quest for some form of enjoyment, with the screeches of a modern symphony running after her, as if spit by the infected throat of a loud-speaker coughing its malicious hatred of existence.†
Chpt 3.2
- Dr. Stadler felt certain that this small-time shyster had had as little to do with the Project as any of the movie usher attendants, that he possessed neither the mind nor the initiative nor even the sufficient degree of malice to cause a new gopher trap to be brought into the world, that he, too, was only the pawn of a silent machine-a machine that had no center, no leader, no direction, a machine that had not been set in motion by Dr. Ferris or Wesley Mouch, or any of the cowed…†
Chpt 3.3
- He burst out laughing; she was unable to believe that the laughter had a sound of malicious contempt.†
Chpt 3.4
- She could not suspect him of malice: he was too patiently generous about her mistakes.†
Chpt 3.4
- The deep burgundy color of her gown was unbecoming, it seemed to draw a purplish tinge out of her skin, a tinge that gathered, like twilight, in the small gullies of her face, softening her flesh to a texture of tired slackness, changing her look of bright mockery into a look of stale malice.†
Chpt 3.4
- Her teeth were bared in a smile, but she was staring past him, as if mocking some invisible presence, her smile lifeless, yet loud with malice, like the grin of a fleshless skull.†
Chpt 3.4
- Like the file of a bankrupt, it kept registering losses, while the rare additions of new supplies seemed like the malicious chuckles of some tormentor throwing crumbs at a starving continent.†
Chpt 3.5
- There were some who had a look of angry malice, and a few who had a look of admiration.†
Chpt 3.5
- It was not malice in Philip's voice, but worse: it was a genuine, indignant astonishment.†
Chpt 3.5
- As if in silent proof and answer, Philip's face went slowly into an expression intended as a smile of amusement, yet holding nothing but fear and malice.†
Chpt 3.6
Definition:
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(malicious) wanting to see others suffer; or threatening evil