Word: inherit
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Mother made a fine 15-stone* corpse. Even in her coffin, she dominated the dingy, chocolate-colored house which Edna, her spinster daughter, would now inherit along with other odds & ends of property and nondescript furnishings. Edna had devoted her life to Mother. Edna was fiftyish. "What a relief for Edna," whispered the family. "She must feel that she's starting life again...
...Snigger from Mother. About an hour before the mutes arrived, Mother's will was read. But Mother, "with her fondness for underdone beef and breezy unpleasantness," was to have the last word. Edna was to inherit on one condition: she must be earning ?5 a week within a month of the funeral. In her whole life, Edna had never earned anything but a snigger from Mother. But as the family smiled, Edna felt a quiet pleasure in her new-found sense of freedom...
...people would worry a little less about how the "younger generation" is going wild, and a little more about the kind of world that generation is going to inherit, maybe things wouldn't be in such a mess...
...Gain a Plague. Among the men around Churchill in this moment of decision would be several who have hoped to inherit his leadership: tired, greying, 49-year-old Anthony Eden (most Britons still think of him as younger and more dynamic than he actually is); cool, aloof Richard Austen ("Rab") Butler; able Sir Oliver Lyttelton; clever Harold Macmillan; lazy Oliver Stanley. But there was little doubt that the telling weight in the decision would be Churchill's. And there was almost no doubt that Churchill would decide against trying for a knockout blow...
...critic and a warmhearted patron. Tennyson, who was a proud man, as well as crotchety and hypochondriacal, readily accepted from FitzGerald unwavering criticism and hundreds of pounds. "This really great man," said FitzGerald, "thinks more about his bowels and nerves than about the Laureate wreath he was born to inherit." He was almost as observing about himself: "I know that I could write volume after volume as well as others of the mob of gentlemen who write with ease; but ... I have not the strong inward call, nor cruel-sweet pangs of parturition, that prove the birth of anything bigger...