Word: afraid
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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This, alas, is more than one can say of "The Island of Dawn" by William Wertenbaker. The story is about a woman living in New York who is called to her home town in the far south for her twin sister's funeral. She is very much afraid to go, because her departure was an escape which she fears wasn't complete. Although there are occasional very convincing statements of her loneliness and fear, there is never an adequate explanation of it. Instead of being seductive, the South seems dull. What sinister undercurrent there may be is over-whelmed...
...Social Democrat had a good intellect; he made the plan to tunnel. The brawny anarchist did the digging. But they realized that the man to go first through the tunnel would be shot at by the guard. They all turned to the big, brave anarchist, but he was afraid to go. Suddenly, poor little Pinya drew himself up and said: 'Comrades, you elected me by democratic process as your leader, therefore I will go first...
...Queen went on: "We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics so that we can show the world that we're not afraid of the future. . . In the old days the monarch led his soldiers onto the battle field. . . I cannot lead you into battle, I do not give you laws or administer justice, but I can do something else - I can give you my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of-nations." She spoke for seven minutes, and her appearance...
Combat Fatigue. In North Philadelphia, after Hagop Kooyoomijian, 53, for the 14th time in his life, chased an armed hold-up man out of his delicatessen, he explained: "I'm not afraid of their guns; I have a heart condition and may die anyway...
...Listening? The music boom sometimes seems less a cultural awakening than a mammoth assault of indiscriminate sounds on a public that no longer has any place to hide. Amateur psychologists say that the U.S. is becoming afraid of silence. Music in wild profusion volleys forth from phonographs, radios, television sets, jukeboxes. Piped music ushers untold thousands of Americans into the world (hospital delivery rooms), through it (garages, restaurants and hotels), and out of it (mortuary slumber rooms). Millions open their eyes to it, wrap themselves in it as they drive to work, turn out goods and services to a brisk...