Word: hopelessness
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...prospects are not good. As the student population shrinks, and tenured faculty members cling to their jobs, Horowitz can look forward to a string of one-or two-year academic appointments, paying between $15,000 and $23,000 a year. Admits Horowitz: "You've got to be a hopeless romantic to get a Ph.D. in the humanities today...
...sounding instruments and background follow a sparse, dirge-like rhythm, mourning the destruction of a people. At the same time, the dirge represents the grinding advance of heavy machinery. The background sounds of animals and chanting crowds of people give way to the mechanical advance, leaving only a lone, hopeless voice to utter a regret in an ancient tongue...
Within the Veil he was born, said I; and there within he shall live--a Negro and a Negro's son. Holding in that little head ... the unbowed pride of a hunted race, clinging with that tiny dimpled hand ... to a hope not hopeless but unhopeful, and seeing with those bright wondering eyes that peer into my soul a land whose freedom is to us a mockery and whose liberty a lie. I saw the Shadow of the Veil as it passed over my baby. I saw the cold city towering above the blood-red land. I held my face...
...nerve to indulge a growing political suspicion. To raise funds, he held a nonevent. For $25 a supporter could stay home. For $35 he or she received an autographed copy of the speech Chafee did not deliver. For $40 the contributor was excused from reading it. The hopeless political junkie with $75 to give was invited to a chicken dinner - in his own home, the chicken sent in from Colonel Sanders'. For $150 the Senator and his wife dined with the donors, and a tape of the speech was played at a level that was mercifully inaudible. Chafee raked...
...sitting in the darkened living room, watching in despair as the flames flickered and flared up the coast. The smoking rails of the coral and the huge crossbeams of the Forests' house across the streets still glowed faintly through the dark, but the engines had long since abandoned the hopeless effort and gone clanging off to some other front where they were more desperately needed. The fire had disappeared over the hill, leaving only the charred grasses, and the stooped figures, silently picking their way through the smoldering ashes...