The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

A woman's scream rose above the bedlam and suddenly a lovely, dark-haired girl was in Walter Mitty's arms.

Walter Mitty raised his hand briefly and the bickering attorneys were stilled.

The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned.

He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials.

"The new anesthetizer is giving way!" shouted an intern.

Walter Mitty took the gun and examined it expertly.

Its famous protagonist holds a place in the cultural lexicon, meriting his own entry in English-language dictionaries.

"Coals to Newcastle, bringing Mitford and me up here for a tertiary."

He began fingering delicately a row of glistening dials.

Its famous protagonist holds a place in the cultural lexicon, meriting his own entry in English-language dictionaries.

Pandemonium broke loose in the courtroom.

"Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" he shouted.

He looked distraught and haggard.

"Pick it up, brother!" snapped a cop as the light changed, and Mitty hastily pulled on his gloves and lurched ahead.

"The box barrage is closing in," said the sergeant.

They went out through the revolving doors that made a faintly derisive whistling sound when you pushed them.

There was a rending of wood and splinters flew through the room.

The film, which extends Mitty's imaginary adventures over a two-day period, stars Danny Kaye as the affable daydreamer.

"Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" he shouted.

Then, with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.