Word: fated
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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John D. Relman '79, a delegate from Winthrop House, said during the debate, "If we gain ascendancy through effectiveness and through our representation of the students, the fate of CHUL will take care of itself...
...bore to theirs, Kafka is the first one would think of." Kafka has achieved a peculiar sort of extended immortality, alive not only in his books but also as an idea, an item of vocabulary employed by people who never read a phrase he wrote. It is an odd fate for the haunted functionary of the Workers' Accident Insurance Institute in Prague: his magnificent hallucinations have collapsed in the public mind to the scale of a worn-out adjective-one that turns the Beelzebub he implied (totalitarian bureaucracy, the Holocaust, the Gulag) into something only slightly more menacing than...
...such a scene: He dies (or rather he does not live) and continually mourns himself. From this springs a terrible fear of death ... he has a terrible fear of dying because he has not yet lived. .. In reply to this, one might say that this is a matter of fate and is not given into anyone's hand. But then why this sense of repining, this repining that never ceases? To make oneself finer and more savory? That is a part of it. But why do such nights leave one always with the refrain: I could live...
...would never see "the light of day." She meant it. About 18 months after the presentation she saw to it that the painting was burned and totally destroyed. Last week it was revealed that Lady Soames, one of the Churchills' daughters, had informed Sutherland, 74, of the fate of the portrait. "I feel no personal bitterness about the destruction of the picture," he remarked. "Nevertheless, it must be considered as an act of artistic vandalism rather rare in the history of art." Estimated value of the canvas if it still existed: at least...
...automatic fate of any woman photographer with a taste for images of neurosis to be compared with the late Diane Arbus. Actually, with Mark, the comparison is not very useful. The harsh solipsism of Arbus' shots, their frontal, specimen-like character, the sense that one is conspiratorially sharing a taste for alienation - none of that emerges from "Ward 81." Mark does not skimp on desperation. There are grotesqueries, like the image of a male patient beginning a hand stand - a knot of barely decipherable limbs, a weird sculpture on the glittering linoleum. But the general character of the photographs...