Word: anguishes
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...Holiday Supplement touched one of my more sensitive nerves. The Christmas tree in Mather dining hall does bother me, but I'm more concerned by the possibility that I'm being trivial or overly-serious--a possibility that Gelin raises and that I acknowledge. This is the Jewish holiday anguish, and Harvard Jews exhibit some of the standard reactions...
...lines often trail off into pregnant pauses; Suzanne Somers, the blonde bombshell comedienne of Three's Company, never does fall out of her many scanty outfits. On those rare occasions when characters do philander-notably on Soap-a price is exacted, either in the form of acute mental anguish or Old Testament-style retribution. The conflict between current manners and old-fashioned values is powerfully frustrating; every time a show heats viewers up, it douses them with a cold shower...
...lead role. Fortunately, Amy Aquino delivers a strong and deftly-controlled performance. In her physical expression, especially, she holds Hedda's dichotomies in convincing balance. The cold, intense eyes and queenly carriage reflect her aristocratic upbringing and twisted idealism, while slight gestures--hands rubbed nervously together, a flash of anguish in the face--betray the tensions seething within her. Aquino centers the drama's energy by compressing it, displaying a clenched surface that makes Hedda's moments of abandon to manic impulse all the more chilling...
...poem is a one-of-a-kind, heart-made object. To make one right takes a great deal of silence: also hearing nothing but one's own voice. Poetry exacts its measure of pain, but that is not to be confused with anguish. Anguish is what has obsessed many of our best-known "confessional poets," including Robert Lowell, John Berryman, Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. They also expressed some joys, but in the end depression always tipped the balance. Lowell fought the dank beast throughout his life. Berryman, Plath and Sexton took their own lives when, as Rilke wrote...
...streets. The abstraction of architecture casts a chill over the planner's meditations. When he looks at an old man, he peers beyond individual details to "make out the final chapters of Eastern European history, its way of life down to the last coffin nail, its untold mental anguish, its ill-concealed hind thoughts, the well-tended museum of its anxieties, its fits of rage over a strip of grazing land...