Word: forlorned
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There is a small, forlorn fraternity that thinks The Postman, Costner's widely reviled postapocalyptic romance, is a decent movie, acutely alert to the perils and pleasures of mythmaking. Maybe audiences will forgive Costner for making that noble flop and welcome him back to the baseball-weepie lode he mined in the sappy, canny Field of Dreams. (He even plays catch with his dead dad again.) Or perhaps, like this dogged Costner fan, you will simply want to shoot yourself by the third inning...
...lots of old men in worse condition, half crazy, living on the streets, abandoned by their families. I don't loathe my dad anymore. I cry a lot. Sitting down to a margarita and a beer (nonalcoholic these days) at El Torito with him again recently, I felt forlorn and, oddly enough, lucky too. Lucky to have discovered late in life how to love all over again. I only wish he could understand the wonderful gift he's given...
There may be only two practical ways to deal with the question of privacy for candidates, and neither relies on the self-restraint of the press, since that is a forlorn hope. The first is the "let it all hang out" approach, in which the candidate answers every question, truthfully, and relies on the good sense of the people to weigh the importance of what is disclosed. There is good reason to believe, post-Clinton, that we have arrived at a time in which the public can sort out what's important and what is merely embarrassing. Do most candidates...
...September 1993, he got a call from Bruno. It wasn't working out, Bruno said. Sisler asked for a chance to prove himself but says he never got one. Sisler was told to report to a fellow vice president (instead of the chairman) and was assigned to a forlorn branch. In January 1994, Sisler was fired--without cause, he claims...
...read down the list of ancestors, going back to the Revolutionary War, whose names are etched on our granite memorial, and trade snippets of their lives. There is my great-uncle who, in mid-life, ran off with the circus. His sainted wife's stone sits forlorn, wedged into the grass. We also celebrate the ordinariness of our ancestors--the soldiers, teachers, farmers and parents who spent purposeful lives in this little town. Our visit to the cemetery is where we work out our connection to these people, and to one another...