Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...years ..." she chatted, "we are living permanently in our Burlington, Vt. home, where my husband is able to devote much of his time to his beloved orchard, renewing daily his devotion to the United Nations in his international orchard . . . During the month of August the aroma of a deep apple pie, or a dish of warm apple sauce, made from freshly hand-picked Red Astrachans . . . is seldom out of our kitchen, adding just one more joy to life in the country-especially Vermont...
...volume, which he calls a far more human document than its predecessor, he does his best to explore the psychological factors in sex. But he can only check off emotions; he cannot measure them. He cannot detect (and this is where his kinship to Freud ends) emotional factors buried deep in the unconscious, or religious and ethical concepts which are none the less real and forceful for being "unscientific." Human beings who need ideals and emotions as well as the physical comforts of marriage have values which no punch card or computer can capture...
...that Columbus did not know where he was when he got there. Perhaps inspired by the accolade, Kinsey opens his second volume with the words : "There is no ocean of greater magnitude than the sexual function." Kinsey a dedicated explorer, has sailed a long way over that vast and deep ocean, but he has only fled the surface currents. His interviews are echo-soundings. Kinsey's work contains much that is valuable, but it must not be mistaken for the last word...
...proud old Abdal lah spent the final months of his life roaming wild on a Brooklyn beach. Too weak to forage for food, he took refuge from oncoming winter in a deserted shanty, starved to death standing up, leaning against the shanty's wall, legs mired in knee-deep...
...sort of hearty comedy that rolls 'em in the aisles, but a Deep Freeze mixture of the sardonic and the downright mean. Dead Man in the Silver Market* is ostensibly an autobiographical treatise on what happens to patriotic ardor when it becomes decadent and jingo. But it reads more like a sharp essay by a man who has no country to be patriotic about...