Word: hells
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...blunt: "If they say I'm me-tooing just because I want to keep the good things that have been done in the last 20 years while I'm throwing out the bad things-if that's me-too, why they can go to hell...
...houses ashore to a little girl in a spring hat on a slate pile. He remembers the valley's favorite drink (cheap rye and a beer chaser), the variety of foreign tongues heard in saloons. "Oh, it's some wonderful valley, the Monongahela. There's more hell popping and more loud noise in any ten miles at the lower end than there is in five hundred on the Mississippi or the Congo...
...week's end Washington correspondents had diagnosed the condition. The President was acting and talking just as he did in 1948 when he stormed across the U.S. in his give-'em-hell campaign. He had started the whistle-stop campaign he had promised to conduct for his party's nominees...
...have renounced the idea of hell, and we have lost belief in heaven, except as a desirable but probably fictitious residential neighborhood. In consequence, we have lost all feeling of crisis in this life, and as for a future life, if we neither believe in hell nor in heaven, what is there left of interest in the whole idea? We are becoming a humanity without God or devil. We could not care less. This seems to me to be uncommonly like the fitting motto for the worst kind of hell, and we are on our way towards...
...hero of Flannery O'Connor's Wise Blood, a red-neck fanatic who plans to create "the Church Without Christ," is one of the most unlikely dullards ever to grumble through an American novel. The grandson of a fundamentalist preacher who was always harping on hell. Haze Motes feels that if he could abolish the idea of Jesus, there would be no need to worry about sin. Shouting from the hood of his dilapidated Essex, Motes proclaims that "there was no Fall because there was nothing to fall from and no Redemption because there was no Fall . . . Nothing...