Word: hearted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...thought about all this as I sat by George's hospital bed last fall. He had just had a heart attack three days before that, but he seemed to be stronger now. His face looked healthy; it had a tautness and tone that I hadn't seen for a long time. When I first saw him at Preservation Hall, every muscle and vein in his face tensed and pulsed with his music...
...started telling me about his heart attack. "It was like a little pain in my chest. And then a great big pain like that," he clapped his hands suddenly, "and I was out." He smiled. "That would have been a good way to go, too. So fast." A nurse had given him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and a chest massage and saved his life...
...allows the great 17th century French dramatist to make a central moral point-that a sin is called deadly because it deadens. Harpagon is blind to his children's hope of love, blind to his servants' grievances, and hopelessly blind to any generous stirrings of mind or heart...
...times were hard, but McKuen had a sweet tenor voice. In 1961 he wrote the music for a song that became a hit, The Oliver Twist. Capitalizing on his success, he set off on the road, doing 80 cities in eight weeks and singing his heart out. He sang so hard that his vocal cords were irreparably damaged; he was told that he would never sing again. But McKuen kept on, even though the tenor voice was replaced by a hoarse croak...
Died. Sir Osbert Sitwell, 76, fifth baronet, illustrious man of British letters, who with his equally famed sister, Dame Edith, and brother Sacheverell, devoted a lifetime to baiting the established ideas and figures of his age while celebrating the splendor of the past; of a heart at tack; in Montagnana, Italy. "I belonged," he once wrote, "to the prewar era, a proud citizen of the great free world of 1914, in which comity prevailed." Not for him the modern age, in which "the sabre-toothed tiger and the ant are our paragons, and the butterfly is condemned for its wings...