Word: hypochondriacs
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English. Maurois skillfully retells the familiar story of the foppish, incredibly hypochondriac man, who, in a cork-lined, fumigated bedroom, wrote a mordant masterpiece about the decay of French society. Maurois heavily emphasizes the weaknesses in Proust's character-his dependence on his mother, his excessive need to be sure of the admiration of his friends, his failure to establish a normal love life, his toadying to decadent aristocrats. This Proust is a very sick man, but did his sickness dictate Remembrance of Things Past...
...like a master criminal than Hugo Hedin. He was a tall, stooped man with a mournful, bloodhound face and a shambling walk. He wore nondescript clothes, and had no friends. He talked hesitantly, with a Swedish accent. His lungs were weak and so was his stomach; he had a hypochondriac's love of pills. He spent a great deal of time in honest toil-he was a carpenter, a bricklayer, a plasterer, an upholsterer and a camera mechanic. He was also very poor...
...Angeles' Art Center School last week, paintings by 31 U.S. contemporaries were aligned like bottles in a hypochondriac's medicine chest. Alongside them hung slick-paper reproductions showing how each picture had been used as a magazine ad "health message" by the Upjohn Co. The artists had not had health particularly in mind; Upjohn had bought the pictures plus commercial rights, invented their own labels...
Fortitude Interludes. Contrary to the common belief that Nelson was a "very delicate man," the best evidence is that he was unusually robust. He had a morbid fear of serious illness, and it made him a self-centered hypochondriac; his letters swarmed with such remarks as: "I ... venture to say [that] a very short space of time will send me to that bourne from which none return . . ." To most of his seamen he was the kindest, gentlest hero imaginable; to his Sea Lords he was exasperatingly 'vindictive, suspicious and intolerant. He was as alarmingly unstable as a prima donna...
...sophisticate, he shows signs of becoming a big-city hypochondriac, although he denies it. His dressing table is littered with a weird assortment of pills, salves, balms and medicines with which he experiments constantly. But the big-city preoccupation with racial problems is not in his key. He says: "I know where the discrimination is, so I avoid those cities. Anyone who goes huntin' for discrimination is a glutton for punishment." A simple man whose main life is his music, he has occasional fits of sullenness and sometimes falls into a temperamental rage, but usually he is gay, good...