Word: bitterly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Spring is the season of the Vagabond. It is then that he wakes from his boozy hibernation and begins his hegiras to the pools of Truth. But this year the groundhogs have deceived him, and the Vagabond awakes to find himself in a bitter world of snow, and snow-removers, and more snow. Sitting at his fire with a cheerful glass, he tries to forget, and fancies himself in ancient Attica where it is spring now and the Gods are smiling on humanity. Dinoysus, sitting at Zeus' table, looks down with special pleasure, for this is the time...
With the next crop and forage season still months away there was little indication that the HCL would soon cease to be a bitter household debate...
...John Lewis' animosity toward Donald Richberg goes back to the bitter personal situation of last September when Richberg supplanted Hugh Samuel Johnson in NRA. In his windy memoirs, currently running in the Saturday Evening Post, Johnson reveals that Lewis, one of his few great friends in Labor, at that time wired him from a sickbed: IF I HAD BEEN THERE THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED. Thus Laborite Lewis now finds himself personally allied with Johnson, driven out of NRA largely by Labor's fire, and leagued against Richberg, the man Labor originally helped boost into...
...basic ingredients in the Intrigue were simple: 36,000,000 Ib. of potatoes in storage, worth a mere 35? a bu. compared to their $1.37 ancestors of 1930; 3,000,000 potato farmers, bitter when they think what AAA has done for cotton, for tobacco, even for such a "basic commodity" as peanuts; two railroads eager for potato traffic; a Secretary of State devoted to foreign trade; three great potato regions -Idaho, Maine and the South Atlantic Seaboard-and three great potato statesmen...
...staking myself, all that I am, on a single moment -my last." As Claude watches his dying friend he thinks: "Ah, if only they existed, those gods of theirs, and he might, even at the cost of never-ending torment, howl in their faces, like the baying dogs, the bitter truth-that no hope of heaven, no promise of reward, nothing can justify the end of any human life...