Word: bleak
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Anti-Existentialist. Like many other Frenchmen, Sébille was "profoundly disturbed" by the moral decay and physical degeneration of French youth. The present was empty and the future bleak. This state of mind was played upon by Existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre. Sébille, who is a jolly fellow beneath his solemn surface, reacted sharply against that philosophy of despair. What was "lost in the smoke of the past," he reasoned, had to be "recouped in the fire of the present...
...Free. As prophet of this bleak philosophy, Jean-Paul Sartre, 42, enjoys more prestige in despairing Europe than any other writer of the postwar generation. Fashionable groups in conquered France took up existentialism; now defeated Germany is reportedly infested with it. Existentialists trace themselves back to Danish Philosopher Soren Kierkegaard, but they also owe a debt to Nazi Philosopher Martin Heidegger. Pope Pius XII has branded their ideas a "philosophy of disaster...
...over her experience. When she returns, she discovers that Claw's raging frustration and craving for emotional revenge have led him into a calculated affair with her younger sister. The weather in Eliza's heart has already begun to change: now it becomes cold and bleak and their relationship ends with cruelty on both sides...
...radish would have a hard time coming up in Hoboken, N.J.-and would be disappointed if it did. Hoboken is not a garden spot. Its wharves, its factories, its warehouses, its 254 bars, its bookie parlors, its bleak blocks of ancient brownstone houses, its 50,115 people, their washing and their unspeakably articulate cats are all jammed into one clangorous, soot-shrouded square mile. But Hoboken was made to order for Bernard Nicholas McFeely. He grew and prospered there...
Thus they walked beyond the town. "A small stone quarry, deserted and bleak, lay quite near to a still completely urban house. . . . Now they loosened their hold of K., who stood waiting dumbly, took oft their top hats and wiped the sweat from their brows with pocket handkerchiefs, meanwhile surveying the quarry. The moon shone down with that simplicity and serenity which no other light possesses...