Word: beg
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...they mock and tease; when we're 39, they're down on their knees," runs an old academy jingle. However talented and rebellious, aspirants to this particular Olympus must first appease the gods-in-being by eating a certain amount of literary humble pie. An applicant must beg for admission in terms as carefully prescribed as an ancient Hittite ritual; his friends must sedulously woo the Immortals in his behalf. "Is your poetry any good?" snapped a windy old Immortal at Victor Hugo when he was seeking entrance. "I have been told, sir," answered Hugo, "that...
...beg you," Cambodia's impetuous young King Norodom Sihanouk entreated his subjects in a surprise broadcast last March, "permit me to leave my gilded cage." With that, he turned over the monarchy's six-tiered parasol to his father, Suramarit. After 14 years on the throne, 32-year-old Sihanouk was convinced that, "If I ever lose this King job, maybe I can go to Hollywood. They like Oriental characters over there, don't they? Maybe I could be a Cambodian Charlie Chan...
...then orthodox, e.g., wrote his notable autobiography, Goodbye to All That, at the age of 33, tried to make both ends meet by running a small store out Oxford took a job as Professor of English literature at Egyptian University in Cairo. "Too weak to dig, too proud to beg, he found himself on the horns of a dilemma that afflicts most poets-"There's no money in poetry, but then, there's no poetry in money, either...
...Formosa or Germany, to gain a Communist signature on a scrap of paper. He proposes to operate from a position of strength, in cooperation with other nations of the free world. "Only strength can cooperate," he told a New Hampshire crowd last week. "Weakness cannot cooperate; it can only beg...
When Isaac Emanuelovich Babel was ten years old, he saw his father kneel in the mud before a mounted Cossack captain and beg for help while an Odessa mob looted and wrecked the family store. "At your service," the officer said, touched his lemon-yellow chamois glove to his cap, and rode off passionlessly, "not looking right or left . . . as though through a mountain pass, where one can only look ahead." Torn with pity and terror for his father, the boy was also stirred by a sneaking admiration for the Cossack, with his instinctive animal grace and his life...