Word: griefs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...contemporaries promoted over him by the use of influence. The war and its injustice are intolerable to him. Then the news of his son's heroic death comes to him, and everything seems to have gone out of his life. We next see him ten years later--his grief has gone, his son is no longer a human to him, but a symbol of the glorious militancy of France. He has become full of words, insincere, prosperous, successful. The ambition which was dormant while his son was alive, has caught fire and he is climbing to prominence upon...
...that's the most romantic thing I can think of. ... You see it drifting into all sorts of dangers and just missing them, till it seems an absolute marvel it can last so long. The whole romance of it is that you know it must come to grief.' " The Crownes begin to come to grief when Tilli Van Tuyl persuades Norman to produce his play The Seven Dawns...
...squat Slav, called by the prosecution, who described himself as an "historian, a man of letters and at present an assistant to a stone- mason," gave evidence in Petlura's philo-Semiticism, denying with a grief-contorted face that the "General" had ever killed Jews or caused them to be massacred...
Ever since the Atlantic fouled the gallant aviators, Francis Coli & Charles Nungesser, in their attempted flight over the ocean, France has grieved. Grief was tinged with resentment for robbing the nation of glory, two heroes of their lives. When, at the time Ruth Elder took off for Paris, two other brave Frenchmen, Dieudonne Costes & Joseph Le Brix, challenged the Atlantic, to another conflict, the hearts of all Frenchmen went with them. Their ship, the Nungesser-Coli, was to pick up the foil of the dead heroes, was to continue the duel on behalf of the entire nation...
...time of night when watchdogs bark at a thought, a dream, waking farmers to a remembrance of grief, there winds through Manhattan the sound of boat horns. To those who grope for sleep in the darkness before dawn, they are hounds baying a gigantic sorrow, whining the threat of a remote doom. In the morning, sharp black noses sniff a zigzag scent across the harbor down the Hudson; the horns make cheerful yappings that in the dark, were the voices of a nightmare...