Word: deathly
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Mehta, 36, is an Indian-born, Cambridge-educated former teacher of Greek tragedy. She has clarifying things to say about those who think that life is a bed of roses and those who believe it is a bed of nails: "For us [Hindus], eternal life is death-not in the bosom of Jesus-but just death, no more being born again to endure life again to die again. Yet people come in ever-increasing numbers to India to be born again with the conviction that in their rebirth they will relearn to live. At the heart of all our celebrations...
...only 201 pages, Mehta embraces an enormous variety of life and death. Her style is light without being flip; her skepticism never descends to cynicism. Given her subject this is a miracle of rational ism and taste...
...stunted adult was Playwright James M. Barrie; the event that maimed him, the death in a skating accident of an older brother. Jamie, who was six when the accident occurred, imitated David, and even put on his clothes. But none of it did any good: Jamie remained the runt of the family, whereas the lost David, in his mother's eyes, would always be tall, handsome, ripe with promise. "When I became a man," Barrie noted sadly, "[Da-vid] was still...
...bringing order out of the current doctrinal chaos in the Dutch church. A new poll in The Netherlands shows that only 47% of Catholics there think Christ is the Son of God, compared with 70% in 1966; fewer still be lieve in a personal God or life after death...
Sheen tried several times to revive his old TV preaching magic, but the times had changed. It was only in the year or two before his death that America's grimmer sense of history seemed to run his way again. One of Sheen's basic messages was against self-indulgence. He told Americans that the Antichrist would come, "talking of peace, prosperity and plenty." Modern man, he insisted, seeks promises of salvation without a cross, wants a "Christ without his nails." Then the bishop would thunder: "There is no pleasure without pain, no Easter without Good Friday...