Word: forgetfulness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Ludwig Erhard, who sat chewing on a cigar throughout the proceedings, success was too sweet for any thought of revenge against his old foe. He pledged "to forgive and forget" Adenauer's insults. All eyes then swung to der Alte, who swallowed his bitterness, promised to abide by the majority decision. "I am willing," he told Erhard, "to pass along to you all I know ... in the interests of the German people." Then he abruptly stood up, slowly and impassively walked through the crowd to his waiting car, and with a weary wave of farewell, drove home...
...Boston College does not happen to be Kennedy's alma mater, it does boast some distinguished alumni: Cardinals William O'Connell and Richard Gushing, Massachusetts Governors Maurice Tobin and Charles Hurley, Theologian John Courtney Murray. Yet for years many an old grad preferred to forget that he ever went to Boston College. Socially it was an Irish C.C.N.Y. without that school's academic status. And then during World War II enrollment plummeted clear down...
...picnickers who forget beer openers: a self-opening beer can, developed by Alcoa, and now marketed in limited areas. Raise one end of a metal tab in the top of the can and POP ! suds all over...
...surprising that Burton has the most interesting role. Much of the time, too, Mankiewicz appears to be describing Burton as well as the Antony of history. "There is something about Antony which escapes you and me," says one character, "but for which women will forsake the living and forget the dead." Poor Rex Harrison, who went off to Rome a sex symbol and came away an old man, plays Julius Caesar and is actually the dominant figure in the first half of the film?but his beetly brow has ended up in a postage-stamp insert in a remote corner...
...much a confinement as a release. "It pleases me that everything should be forbidder," muses one of them. "I want to be forbidden to raise my little finger. I want exact count to be kept of my coughs, my glances, my sighs. I want no one to forget the slammed door, the lost handkerchief, the hidden cigarette, the broken shoelace; I want to be bound so tight that at the slightest movement the chains will bruise my flesh. I want to be pierced by light, I want to be absolutely pure...