Word: beholds
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...defended them as "adventurers, pioneers and statesmen who have blazed the trail of human dignity." Replying in kind, Vice President Hubert Humphrey likened Johnson to Franklin Roosevelt, House Speaker John McCormack toasted him as "a man bigger than life," and Chief Justice Earl Warren psalmed the joys of fellowship. "Behold," proclaimed Republican Warren, "how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell in unity...
...longer, not in the psychedelic '60s. Today, Sunset Strip is a new kind of playground: a wild weekend happening for youth from all over the Los Angeles area. It is a sight to behold...
...with expressions of his double feeling toward the Creator: "I envy and fear my Father. He is my rival. I want to be like him, but I fear that he does not want me to be like him." Lemercier confesses the jealousy of a younger brother toward Christ: "Father, behold your two sons, the first born Jesus, and the other Grégoire. Why is there this difference between them?" Psychoanalysis even found its way into the prayers Lemercier composed, one of which contains the petition: "Father, forgive me my sins, as I forgive you your sins...
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel. The Lord himself, therefore, will give you a sign. It is this: the maiden is with child and will soon give birth to a son whom she will call Immanuel...
Flies to Flies. The plot evolves, or rather meanders, in a kind of metaphysical Disneyland setting thick with mountainous stalactites and stalagmites, behind, over and under which lurk new magical wonders to behold. Fog billows, backdrops quaver with psychedelic patterns, a sword springs from nowhere, an orange fountain gushes from center stage, a tenor flies into the flies. The singing, which requires a display of vocal acrobatics that few performers can successfully negotiate, was excellent. Loudest bravas went to Christa Ludwig, whose lusty soprano and hip-swinging histrionics had bite and conviction...