Word: doubtfulness
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...received from any ally; and in the gloom of a dark December her message rang especially sweet. "At times like this, you are entitled to look to your friends," she roundly declared. "We are your friends. We do support you; we shall support you. Let there be no doubt about that...
Iran was weighing on the mind of the President last week when he announced that he would ask Congress for an increase in defense spending of close to 5% a year, adjusted for inflation. Speaking to the U.S. Business Council in the White House East Room, Carter left no doubt that keeping up with the Soviets was the main motive for revising his thinking, but he cited the crisis in Iran as a "vivid reminder of the need for a strong and united America ... which need not bluff or posture in the quiet exercise of its strength...
...owner, an escaped city man who can sound irritatingly smug about the rewards of living in the country, is angry now at the cordwood, the mud, poor mired Linda, and himself. He is spinning wheels, wasting time. Great deeds remain undone, great orthodontist bills are unpaid. Awash with self-doubt, he heaves the birch chunks out to lighten the truck, then jacks, wedges, winches and ponders. At last Linda groans free, and all that remains is to retrieve the half cord of jettisoned birch. There is never a thought of leaving the firewood behind: in darkest February, it will heat...
...rything's goin' my way": so go the lyrics. What nook or dell of the U.S.A. in the shadow of the 1980s echoes them? Doubt and the rage of impotence stalk the land. People worry about whether they can gas up to cross a state, let alone found one. With three trusty assistants -his horse, his saddle and his gun-the cowboy hero of Oklahoma!, Curly (Laurence Guittard), is his own man. Where is the man who would dare or would be permitted to carve out his personal destiny that way today? There is a winning comic figure...
...Birkin observes, when Barrie died in 1937 he was revered and renowned as a novelist and playwright. Yet it is doubt ful that he felt himself anything but a failure, still longing for that country of lost content, a landscape that existed only in his mother's mind when she dreamed of her dead David. What Barrie discovered in his single masterpiece is that almost everyone secretly yearns for vanished innocence. Most people put the search aside to answer the demands of here and now. Barrie's tragedy was that he was condemned to look for it every...