Word: forget
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Pain Which Cannot Forget...
...would read simply for delight, Bobby would always choose a writer who had something practical to tell him. Aeschylus, who introduced the tragic hero to literature, was his "favorite poet." On the death of Martin Luther King Jr., he used the lines: "Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God." Asked once why he strove so hard, Kennedy again quoted from Aeschylus: "When the height is won, then there is ease...
...They were dancing in the streets when we brought this tax rate in," Vellucci says. He and other members of the council majority have made sure that the voters will not forget it. During a hearing on a routine renewal of the Cambridge Economic Opportunity Committee, Crane sharply questioned the group's director about the costs of its work, and noded approvingly when he was assured that overhead was kept below ten per cent of project costs. At another hearing--this one with Justin M. Gray, the city manager's assistant for Community Development Crane wanted to know when...
...North Vietnam and fought bills to cut back the Supreme Court's landmark criminal procedure decisions. They refused to admit that the Bob Kennedy who relentlessly exposed the costs of labor racketeering was the same man who assaulted apartheid on it's home territory. They seemed to forget that the drive for a nuclear non-proliferation treaty began only after Kennedy publicly raised the issue in a 1965 Senate speech. They didn't see that Kennedy meant as much to the frenzied crowds as they did to him. They refused to take his humor for its own sake, but insisted...
...leaves I see the words: JESUS SAVES. So, appropriately, I pray to be saved, to be delivered from the tedium of the lecture halls, to be thrown out into the real world where real things happens to fleshandblood people. But soft, a voice harkens unto me: SON, FORGET IT. "It ain't so great to be on the outside," the logic flows, "stay awhile and be protected by mother Harvard." And so I remain ambivalent, undecided, shuttling in that twilight betwixt the real and the unreal...