Word: awakenning
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...well for them to bear that in mind. What we want is that they play for our fun. Football is cock fighting on a grand scale. Whether the birds enjoy the sport they have not yet told us. For these reasons George Owen's point of view will not awaken a general interest beyond an academic...
...Every bit of anthracite produced is smeared with blood. That is a gruesome thought, but harsh words may be necessary to awaken public opinion and a more or less sonmolent industry to a proper degree of responsibility in the premises. . . . "It may be that the operators may again suggest to the mine workers the arbitration of points of differences. The mine workers position on that question, if and when presented, will be just the same today as yesterday, the same in 1925 as in 1923. Why? Because, when a man who toils in your collieries agrees to let some third...
...combat the disease, there has come into being at Dravrah a class of people of hybrid nature, something between Prophezzors and Satellites, called Shock-Producers, whose function it is to awaken the sleepers. For some reason unintelligible to me the Shock-Producers occupy a relatively unimportant position at present; but their significance seems destined to increase, because they strike at the root of the evil at Dravrah. Their task is tremendous and requires the greatest skill and ingenuity. They must shock the Satellites in such a way as to awaken them without killing them, and in some cases it seems...
...education may be aided by system, but more often will be hindered by it. No two men are exactly alike. Among the Satellites these differences are enormous. Yet all systems assume a false uniformity. The unit of education is the individual, and the great problem of education is to awaken him. I believe the high reputation Dravrah has in the outside world rests on just this: that they really see the problem, and are trying to solve it. Mirza...
...clock one morning during the past week, a young housemaid went up the stairs of a big London house to awaken her master, John Singer Sargent. She found him dead on his pillow with a volume spread open, face down, on the reading table beside him. Physicians who arrived to pronounce the inevitable, grisly abracadabra, said that he had died in his sleep of an apoplectic seizure. So, at the age of 69, ended the life of an eminent and talented gentleman who has been recognized for the last 30 years as the greatest portrait painter of his period...