Word: hellings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Darting about on her chrome-festooned motorcycle in her self-designed uniform-white crash helmet and boots, tight black pants and leather jacket-she might be taken for a Hell's Angel auxiliary. Up close, Esther Winders gives no such false impression. The badge on her breast, the pearl-handled pistol and the can of Chemical Mace that hang from her hips, clearly label Mrs. Winders what she is and always wanted to be: a lady...
...large brood involves her in. Eight children are at Hickory Hill with her now. She sits down to every meal with them, says the rosary and reads the Bible with them every night. She comforts, counsels and disciplines?quite strictly sometimes. "Once in a while she gets sore as hell at them," says a family intimate. "Bobby never struck any of the kids. Ethel, I think...
Starved for Sport. In 1844, Bethlehem was bedlam indeed. Gentlefolk considered it a sport to come out to watch the inmates. Obstreperous patients were judiciously starved or given violent purgatives to keep them submissive. Deaths from overdoses of opiates were common. Dadd survived this hell for six years. In 1852, Dr. William Hood, a pioneer in England of modern mental therapy, was assigned to Bethlehem. Hood encouraged Dadd to take up brush and pencil once again. Hood's hospital steward, George Henry Haydon, was an amateur artist and encouraged Dadd further. Dadd dedicated The Fairy Feller's Masterstroke...
...often that one can eavesdrop on a totally fascinating four way conversation -- the ultimate in briliance being, I suppose, Bernard Shaw's "Don Juan in Hell" --but this is one of the rare examples. Although all four discussants get in their licks, there is no denying that Howard and Harding provide the most sparks. It is a joy to observe these two acute minds engaging and bouncing off each other, now clashing and now agreeing. Many people today speak at each other and call it "dialogue." Here one sees Howard and Harding really listening to each other and thinking...
...This is very didactic, I know, but it puts "why" in its proper place. Action is its own reason for existing. Rebellion can only be understood by a rebel, who knows that the only "reason" for rebellion is the pleasure (or whatever feeling) of rebellion itself. Revolution for the hell of it, because there is no other reason big enough for rebellion. Now, right here, in this country, no matter how big and ugly the cops are, the possibilities are endless