Word: hounded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...that many a Catholic will find it hard to accept. Long before he saw the lipstick, the monsignor knew that "the demon of concupiscence has been nibbling at the poor boy's glands. How do I know this? Have I not myself been chased through life by the hound of copulation?" Now he advises Bowles: "Go to her, if you must. You are a good man. There is nothing worse than self-deception in religion." Author Michelfelder is too lugubrious a writer to give the problem much dramatic force. But the book has some effective moments of rectory conversation...
...reveals himself to no one and gives no indication of what is permitted or forbidden. As in his previous books and plays, Polish-born Author Singer delights in superstitious trappings -dybbuks, devils and such imps of Satan as the foul Dog of Egypt, who struggles with the Hound of Heaven for Yasha's soul. But there is little mystical murkiness in Singer's writing: it has a clean and sun-washed optimism, a sense of human uncertainty in the face of divine certainty, which Jewish Philosopher Martin Buber has described as "holy insecurity...
Silent in the Streets. The political talk is largely leftwing, and nationalism is still the main subject. "It's inevitable," said a tall Tanganyikan in hound's-tooth tweeds. "When our country is at such a dramatic point in its history, we are eager to be a part of it." Black South Africans in London number scarcely a dozen. "Only the safe ones get sent to British universities," said a student, "and they will not do anything while here to prejudice their futures back home." Privately, and to British friends they can trust, they sound off like...
...fabulous rhythm"), made his own grab for the center panel a scene or two later, when he gave Juliet her first on-screen kiss. "Cut," said Taurog finally. "Cut. I said, 'Cut.' Do you hear me? Cut!" But Taurog merely got a wave from the hound...
...with "Oil, 10? a barrel, water $1," I drove across the trackless sand with tires deflated toward two men near a Dodge coupé with a broken axle and mired in gypsum sand up to the running boards. One was an unshaven, booted, leather-jacketed oilfield-lease hound named Allen; the other, Sir Henri Deterding, immaculately dressed in English tweeds, with a pipe and a diamond stud, and a diamond twice as large in a ring he wore. I said, "Sir Henri, this must be a God-awful experience for you, stranded in the Winkler County desert." His reply: "Compared...