Word: hopelessness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Square Root of Wonderful (by Carson McCullers) obviously stems from a writer of talent. But in Square Root the talent seems in hopeless disarray. The author of The Member of the Wedding has written on a variety of themes, in a variety of tones, at a variety of tempos. Possessing sufficient material for several plays, Square Root, for lack of integration, largely comes off no play at all. It makes plain throughout, not least by way of hate, that the square root of wonderful is love. Its parts are not only greater than the whole; they also destroy the whole...
...either passion or affection for him." Even the ghost of Hamlet's father is tainted, as Author West sees it: he is the voice of the past, of tradition-and man's past is no cleaner than his present. Thus Hamlet, like every man, is in a hopeless plight: stab and kill as he may, he will never be able to right man's original wrong...
...hopeless breast--ghosts for whom there is none to care...
...alert cops arrested 1,200 Hungarians in July, Marosan went on. At this point some students got up and left the hall. "Our ranks are becoming thinner, my young student friends," said Marosan. "It is just as well that they depart, one by one, because it is quite hopeless for them to create a scene. I should like to tell my young friends that October 23 is to be a working and school day. I shall come personally to the university to see that it is." With that, Marosan and Kadar, two bush-league traitors kept in power...
...Roots (Barbachano Ponce; Edward Harrison). The wind is blowing the world away. Over the cold, dry plain of Mexico, the dust devils march in pallid ranks like ghosts of the land-ravaging conquistadors. Into the storm an Indian leans, and with his mattock chops a hopeless furrow which the wind fills silently behind him."Who digs the land,"the Indians say, "digs his own grave." He pauses, arrested in a Mexican Angelus. Somewhere in this howling world, in a bare mud hut, his child is crying in a basket, and by a tiny fire his wife slaps stolidly...