Word: freude
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...found that the new-habits and tastes are largely material. The working class is spending little of its new income on intellectual self-improvement. About 60% neither knew nor cared about Karl Marx (who had direly predicted their growing impoverishment), and less than a quarter had heard of Sigmund Freud. "Two nations may be a thing of the past in terms of economics," concluded Zweig. "But not in terms of education and culture...
...Belgium. During this period, Rimbaud wrote his best poems, The Illuminations, which combined a child's joy in nature with the hallucinations of a youth dabbling in occult sciences and dope: naivete, depravity and delusions were fused into poems that might be the joint work of Orpheus, Freud and Hans Christian Andersen...
...second error which requires discussion is the implication that the value of an activity is in some way proportional to the amount of criticism which it draws. It is true that Freud was criticized. It is equally true that criticism was levelled at phrenology, astrology, diabetics, snake-worshipping and the Flat Earth Society. As Mr. Greenwald himself points out, the proof of the pudding is in the data. Quantity of criticism is no guide...
...should be, in the pudding. Researchers will always be judged by their results. The present enthusiasm of Leary and his associates is providing the stimulus for what may be a very valuable investigation. Such enthusiasm, no doubt, also carries with it some dangers. I am reminded of Freud's (pre-psychoanalytic) enthusiasm about the "exhilaration ... euphoria ... vitality ... self-control," resulting from his use of cocaine, on which he was doing research. He prescribed it to many of his friends for minor and major discomforts, with disastrous results in the case of Ernst von Fleischl, who became addicted. Leary and Alpert...
...Innocents. This psychiatric chiller, based on The Turn of the Screw, owes as much to Sigmund Freud as it does to Henry James, but the photography is wonderfully spooky and the heroine (Deborah Kerr) exquisitely kooky...