Word: confession
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...singer was Gabriel Mirabeau, a boy of 15 with a stocky figure and a face that bore marks of the pox in puffy profusion. His audience was his tutor, to whose reprovals he was retorting. Indignant, the tutor reported the cause of the reproval to Mirabeau Sr.: "Must I confess to you, Monsieur, that his ways have already forced me to dismiss two maids...
Rico's bold murder shattered Accomplice Tony's nerves. Tony, in his rosy-cheeked teens, had driven Rico and the two others from the scene in a big Cadillac. Then Tony, quondam choirboy, fled to a priest to confess it all. Hearing Tony was not a sturdy sinner, Rico gave chase, caught the boy going into the cathedral, silenced him forever with an automatic. Gangsters approved...
This is precisely what we took Professor Rogers to mean in our editorial defense of his speech published on Monday. It was impossible that a man of his ability as a teacher, and of his true magnanimity in conduct, toward others, could have any other ultimate meaning. Yet we confess that we greatly prefer the terms in which he has now expressed himself. Gone are the phrases which served to remind one, even though unintentionally, of the code of that "great devotee of the Gospel of Getting On" portrayed in "Mrs. Warren's Profession." Gone is the emphasis upon trifles...
Shaken by their joint experience as jurymen in Poet Masters' earlier Domesday Book, seven representative men of Le Roy, Ill., resolve to confess the inmost secret of their lives. The confessions, mulled by the coroner, complicate his decision to marry Arielle, young, beautiful, mysterious. Her mystery resolves itself into insanity. The coroner devotes the rest of his life to guarding Arielle. Undaunted, he insists: ... I believe, and ride By this belief vast wings from star to star; From which I look on death beneath as a shadow Thrown from a mountain by the rising sun; . . . the love of truth...
...Nassau Hall here at Princeton have about them a charm and tradition that calls to mind almost poignantly the older America of Colonial days. These colleges were nurtured in a sturdy and rugged individualism and a sound scholarship that is the pride of these institutions. But I must confess that I have somewhat the feeling that I would if they were to substitute a Gothic tower for the Capitol dome when I see the Gothic halls of Yale and Princeton and the invasion of Harvard by an artificial Quad system (and undoubtedly it must be in Gothic) while Yale...