Word: anguishingly
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...last week as he prepared to retire, it seemed that these improvements had only increased the hoots, catcalls, and cries of anguish amid which he has done his work. The New Yorker is a creature who feels that the weather ought to be regulated rather than predicted: there is evidence that he believes Parry controls a fiendish mechanism which causes rain whenever he plans a weekend at the beach, or snow when he parks his automobile in the street...
...when the imagination has been darkened by the horrors of the concentration camps, this simple, scrupulous man is an imaginative achievement. His genuine anguish when he fails to work the miracle very nearly wrecks the novel; his concentrated and intelligent fanaticism certainly spoils the aloof ironic tone that Maugham otherwise sustains throughout the book. But it may be that his earnestness will, in the long run, make Maugham's last novel, almost in spite of himself, be judged among his best...
...done. They decided to call in Harold Stassen and meet again the following night at Hamilton's other apartment at 2031 Locust Street. That night Stassen and Taft-old political enemies-confronted each other and sat down as allies. With Duff they reviewed the whole situation. In anguish they reported to each other that the Dewey camp was spreading stories so fast that by the time one was checked another had cropped up. Delegates were being stampeded. They compared notes. Taft's and Stassen's figures on the estimated strength of each were amazingly similar. Taft...
...often. But such excesses are rare and disarming; mostly, insofar as he errs, he errs nobly on the side of restraint. He pours out the marvelous liquids of the first soliloquy (0! that this too, too solid flesh would melt) very tenderly and melodiously, but with little of the anguish which lies half-awakened beneath the bitter mildness. To be, or not to be is spoken in a stoical quietude and levelness, but the subtler possibilities are not very clearly realized in those definitive, eroded lines; and with that insufficient realization their deepest humanity, along with their deepest art, slips...
...just published (the third volume will be out next year), is probably as candid a confession of a writer's moral and ethical anguish as ever got into print. Not even in Gide's own sensationally indiscreet autobiography, It Die (a limited edition appeared in the U.S. in 1935), is the reader treated to a grimmer spiritual wrestling match than in this account of Gide v. his personal devil, Gide v. an inhospitable world, Gide v. his Puritan conscience...