Word: egos
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Ego y. Herd-Loneliness. At 53, stocky Ben Hecht could look down the rungs of a long, golden ladder. He had left Racine, Wis. in his teens with the idea of becoming a violinist. He became a boy-wonder newspaperman (Chicago Daily News) instead. In 1921 he wrote an involved but honest novel, Erik Dorn, but soon found his real bent in writing plays (like The Front Page, co-authored with Charles MacArthur) and dashing off lush Hollywood scripts for $5,000 a week. "I was always able to make large sums of money without giving money any thought," Hecht...
...knows what the Ego is-and so do I. The Ego is a ferocity for identification that exists in all of us. Deeper than our lusts and all our other good and bad hungers, is this obsession we have, to be Some One. . . . We clamor to acquire a meaning, to participate, however humbly, in the world of ideas and events; to hold opinions that will make us significant. . . to lift ourselves out of a herd-loneliness that eternally engulfs...
...when Hecht's ego compelled him to write A Jew in Love, a gargoylized caricature of a Jewish publisher, Hecht was called antiSemitic. But Hecht says: "I lived 40 years in my country without encountering anti-Semitism or concerning myself even remotely with its existence." Then, one day, a luncheon companion asked Hecht, "Do you mind talking about Jews...
Died. James Evershed Agate, 69, bumptiously witty, self-centered (his nine-volume autobiography is entitled Ego) cotton-mill owner who tired of working with calico ("hating every yard of it"), became one of Britain's top literary, cinema and drama critics (the London Daily Express and Sunday Times); of a heart attack; in London...
...London's liberal New Statesman and Nation are highbrow; they are also incisive and discriminating. Pritchett considers his story writing "an endless chewing of the cud of experience, an effort to digest; and also a desire to fill up the unfurnished wastes of time which surround the goggling ego...