Word: kneele
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...could be no greater gulf than that which separates Stuart's Flautist from the Black King painted by Hieronymus Bosch. The King is Caspar, the Moorish monarch and one of the Three Magi. He dominates Bosch's Epiphany at the Prado Museum in Madrid. The other Magi kneel to adore Jesus. Caspar, by contrast, stands splendidly erect. He is waiting to offer a silver coffer of myrrh: burial ointment nestled in a symbolic world egg. Within himself, one feels, Caspar holds greater treasures than the one between his calm hands...
Once the Queen arrives, she will direct that the Prince be summoned. He will approach, wearing a mantle of velvet trimmed with ermine over his blue uniform as Colonel-in-Chief of the Royal Regiment of Wales. As Charles kneels before Elizabeth, the Letters Patent of investiture will be read, first in English and then in Welsh. The Welsh rendition is an innovation aimed at placating Wales' tribal sensibilities. While the Welsh is being intoned, the Queen will present Charles with a sword, place a coronet on his head, slip a gold ring on his finger and hand...
Most of them are young and modishly dressed. They kneel Oriental-style on a living-room floor in West Hollywood, some 20 strong, facing a homemade altar and rolling Buddhist prayer beads between their hands. "Nam-myo-ho-renge-kyo," they chant over and over. "Nam-myoho-renge-kyo." Suddenly four pretty girls leap up in cheerleading animation. Stealing a popular rock tune, they sing: "Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh." Hips snap, arms flash. "Chant Daimoku!"* Snap. "Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh." Flash. "Dai-Gohonzon...
...days when student dissent took milder forms than it does now and the Death of God had not yet been widely announced, small groups of seminarians from fundamentalist Wheaton College used to appear at the edge of a 40-acre estate on the outskirts of Wheaton, Ill. They would kneel briefly in prayer and then scurry nervously away. Thirty years ago, it was an act that took courage: the estate had become headquarters of the Theosophical Society in America, a mysterious non-Christian movement often suspected of being more occult than cult. Praying for the souls of the benighted Theosophists...
...John of Gaunt, the King, instead of moving a few steps straight to his uncle, indulges himself in the histrionic flourish of making an end-run around three or four other people to reach the same spot--always the king-as-actor. When Gaunt dies, the others mournfully kneel and some cross themselves. But Richard, without the slightest twinge of remorse, effects a lightning change of mood, and obscenely comments, "So much for that. Now for our Irish wars." Announcing his confiscation of all Gaunt's property, rightfully belonging to Boling-broke, he toys with a dagger, whangs it into...