Word: essayed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Crimson will reprint portions of his prize winning essay. "The Weathermen re Shot. They're Bleeding. They're Running. They're Wiping Stuff Out," tomorrow...
Curiously, this high point is precisely where the question of the teacher's usefulness sometimes turns bitter. A book says something ennobling; a teacher makes that clear. It ought to follow that students are ennobled, but the opposite often occurs. In his essay "Humane Literacy," George Steiner brooded, "We know that some of the men who devised and administered Auschwitz had been taught to read Shakespeare or Goethe, and continued to do so. This compels us to ask whether knowledge of the best that had been thought and said does, as Matthew Arnold asserted, broaden and refine the resources...
...Safire, 53, nears his tenth anniversary at the Times in April, his twice-weekly "Essay" on politics, distributed to more than 500 daily newspapers, is considered virtually required reading in the inner circles of Government and journalism. Says one admiring rival, Robert Novak, co-author with Rowland Evans of one of the nation's best-known columns: "Safire is the most readable columnist in Washington and the one I can least afford to miss...
Safire is widely acclaimed as a stylist. Indeed, his weekly columns on language in the Sunday Times Magazine and more than 100 other newspapers evoke more mail, much of it combative, than his weekday political "Essay." Says Safire: "When people notice I have made an error, their eyes light up." Enamored of puns, literary allusions, grand metaphors and other wordplay, Safire at his giddiest can let his love of sound undermine his efforts to make sense. An example: "Thus one who lobbies expertly for the rights of female derelicts might be called a shopping-bag-lady knifethrower." He is usually...
...late 1970s, Koestler postulated that death does not signify total extinction. "It means merging into the cosmic consciousness," he wrote in an essay on life after death, comparing the process of dying to "the flow of a river into the ocean." Summoning the rhetorical powers of his youth, the elderly writer foresaw the end. The river, he wrote, "has been freed of the mud-that clung to it, and regained its transparency. It has become identified with the sea, spread over it, omnipresent, every drop catching a spark of the sun. The curtain has not fallen; it has been raised...