Word: despairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...flee the central ghetto-by moving sideways to new ghettos. Consider Chicago's Near West Side, now 60% nonwhite. At first glance, the five-square-mile area is dominated by the striking architecture of the University of Illinois' new Circle Campus. Closer inspection reveals a streetscape of despair: low, glum buildings, boarded-up store fronts, infrequent parks, broken curbs. True to cliché, the district's neighborhoods are walled off from one another by three separate lines of railroad tracks, the eight-lane Dan Ryan Expressway and a barge canal. Looming above all are the three...
...white suicide rate is 21 times the rate for blacks. But among males in the 20-to-34-year-old bracket, the ratio is almost even; in big-city ghettos, the black male rate may be double the white. Why? White Psychiatrist Herbert Hendin blames "a sense of despair, a feeling that life will never be satisfying...
...every sense, Sir Gideon's house seems to be in order. Actually, it is so much philosophic straw, waiting to be huffed and puffed down by Mark Askelon (Patrick Magee), a renegade poet drenched in whisky and despair. Askelon, a onetime disciple of Sir Gideon's, arrives at Shrivings to seek his lost faith through a mordant challenge to the old man's sweet reasonableness: If Askelon is given license to spend a weekend attacking Shrivings and everyone in it, will Sir Gideon's beliefs enable him to forbear, or will he be stung into betraying...
...second-grade pageant as it is to the Broadway star; the soldier at roll call suffers from it, and so does the speaker at a Rotary luncheon. The stomach churns. The hands sweat. The mouth goes dry and the mind goes blank. Down comes a curtain of helpless despair. The victim wishes he could be somewhere, anywhere else-now. But he cannot be: the audience is waiting...
Walking back through the Common from the CRIMSON at about 4 this morning I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my dorm key. This is an unforgivable sin. Discovering that Briggs Hall is not only impregnable, but also uninhabited at this hour of the morning. I gave up in despair and began to head back to the CRIMSON couches. As I left the quad I saw a couple returning to Briggs. In jubilation I asked them if they would let me in. "No." said the girl. "But I live here." I answered. "Let's see your bursar's card...