Word: lusts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Kicking at the limp bodies, the bandits kept saying: "Which one is Charry?" Full of the lust of battle, the bandits shot five more men, raped several women and girls, mutilated their bodies with machetes. Their afternoon's toll: 29 dead...
While the operatic Tristan blames himself for the sufferings he inflicted on his parents, the orchestra plays the theme associated with King Marke. Wieland thinks that Grandfather Richard must have sensed intuitively what medieval prudes (who presumably altered the saga) could not stomach: the lust of father and son for the same woman...
...basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart. Until he does so. he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all. without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands...
Boon yearns after the car with the innocent lust of man for machine. Somehow enlisting the help of Boss Priest's grandson, young Lucius, Boon "borrows" the car. Twenty-three and a half hours later-a record for the 80 miles of swamp road they heroically cover-Boon and Lucius reach Memphis. Just four days after that, they are back home in Jefferson again. In a series of outlandishly comic episodes, they have somehow lost the car and won it back, found a stolen horse and raced it, spent an innocent night in a Memphis bordello run by young...
...Kazantzakis' imaginative reconstruction, St. Francis searches for God in these commonly human terms. His Francis sweats with lust for the lovely Clare, dreams of wrestling with a naked woman and other demons, and wakes "beating his hands against the floor, bellowing, his hair sodden and dripping." About to kiss a leper, he blanches at the putrescent nose, the fingerless hands; spits and is nauseated. Clothed always in rags, he smells. "What pigsty did you come from?" the Pope sardonically asks on meeting Francis. "I suppose you think you're duplicating the aroma of Paradise?'' God gives...