Word: dears
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...retired physician, blue-penciled what he regarded as the Bard's blue lines and produced a Shakespeare without blushes for the family reading hour-doubtless pleasing that Victorian matron who emerged from a performance of Antony and Cleopatra saying, "How strangely different from the home life of our dear Queen." In the U.S. Shakespeare was so passionately popular that a dispute between the fans of rival actors-William Charles Macready and Edwin Forrest led to New York
...fear of falling out with his contemporaries or other disapproval, so long as he is convinced that his word is right, so long as he is convinced that his cause is sacred!" In ringing tones, whose echoes would surely resound in Nikita Khrushchev's office, Chukovsky concluded: "Farewell, dear Boris Leonidovich, thank you from all of us. We owe you a large and unpaid debt." So did the world, for the sum total of Pasternak's writing is a cry of joy at the wonder of life and of God who created it, and a deep conviction...
...Dear Students. For a start, a student mob stormed Kishi's Tokyo residence, where 500 police waited nervously under a green flag reading "Dear Students, Please Do Not Enter." The mob pulled down an iron gate, temporarily captured five riot trucks and launched a lusty exchange of stickwork that left 83 policemen and 20 students injured. Next targets were the railway stations, where the students joined the big Red-tainted labor union Sohyo in setting up a general strike for the following morning. The method: strangling commuter traffic by kidnaping motormen...
...collapses after a roller-coaster ride, and at home he has to rest. But he soon feels strong enough to offer her a bottle of champagne. In an uproarious seduction scene, the poor old goat discovers that all the time he has been after her virtue, the dear child has been after his wallet...
...touch the clock in the kitchen that ticks on the wall; all my childhood has passed on the enamel of its face, upon those painted flowers: don't touch the hands, the heart of the dead. Perhaps someone will answer? O death of mercy, death of modesty. Farewell, dear one, farewell, my dulcissima mater...