Word: joying
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Ancient Practice. Among Madame Blavatsky's teachings, charged Author Truman Capote on television appearance, "was a theory of how you could undermine the morale of a country and create a vacuum for revolution by systematically assassinating a series of prominent people." Not so, replied Theosophical Society President Joy Mills, a former schoolteacher, when the convention opened last week. "Mr. Capote is in complete confusion or abysmally ignorant of the society, its aims and teachings...
...frequent references to the Depression, the Vice President, who styles himself a "man of tomorrow," comes out in favor of liberty, peace, justice, free expression, knowledge, public accountability, meaningful work, open opportunity, public compassion, movement and free association, privacy, rest and recreation and patriotism-everything but the "politics of joy," a theme now absent from Humphrey's oratory...
...keeps getting punched in the eye because he won't switch his brand of cigarettes. So he asserts his virility by barreling around mountain roads in his wide-track, fastback, four-on-the-floor Belchfire with the racer's edge. And Junior, well, the sudden joy of discovering that he's got 27% fewer cavities has apparently unhinged him. Now he stands in front of the mirror all day and counts his pimples. And after dinner, the whole family gathers at the hearthside, unwraps their Wrigley's and, with a hi ho and a hey hey, chews their little troubles...
Seeking Luster. The mood of the nation reflects ambiguity: craving new approaches and answers, yet responsive to a deepening conservatism; anxious to heal the blighted cities, yet apprehensive about riots and crime. There is little exuberance. Humphrey has lived to regret his "politics of joy" effusion. McCarthy's mien is often somber, and Rockefeller, despite his smiling expeditions through campaign crowds, speaks with earnest gravity about the cities...
There was a zest and a joy and a capacity for facing and surviving disaster that are very moving and very rare. Perhaps we were, all of us-pimps, whores, racketeers, church members, and children-bound together by the nature of our oppression. If so, within these limits we sometimes achieved with each other a freedom that was close to love. I remember, anyway, church suppers and outings, and, later, after I left the church, rent and waistline parties where rage and sorrow sat in the darkness and did not stir, and we ate and drank and talked and laughed...