Word: minded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...when he is not sure of an answer, he is generally honest enough to admit it. His article on Watts brings to mind a Rogers Albritton lecture: a somewhat confused talking out of a problem, changing direction several times in a few pages. Though Cooke finally tags television as a cause of the riots, he seems unsure of himself, and ends by halfheartedly suggesting a plethora of liberal answers to riot-prevention: birth control, blacks, blacks on the police force, public works projects, and the like...
Pantagleize is a misfit: a tender, loving man in a brutal, frenzied world. He has a heart and a mind, but nothing turns out right. He is a schlemiel, but a grand one. Ferguson, a sometimes resident of Cambridge, subtly titillates the audience every time he appears. He swaggers, he prances, he's an imbecile...
...atop the tower day after day, his figures seem to be moving and communicating in a thousand ways. At times, the mere glance of a painted eye, an unexpected highlight, or the crook of a finger clues you in to some new turning of the artist's labyrinthine mind. The bonds between his figures are abstract, of course, but no less real for that...
...beginning of public wisdom is to understand the criminal's mind. On this score, Psychiatrist Menninger is a persuasive teacher. After studying criminals for almost half a century, Menninger, 75, has concluded that most of them are "helpless" people who seem to have had fouralternativesinlife: activism,conformity, insanity, criminality. The criminal, who may be escaping madness, commonly seeks vengeance against real or symbolic tormentors. He is sure that society is wrong, not he. Ironically, the whole legal system tends to confirm his notion. For one thing, trials are mainly contests between lawyers, not impartial efforts to diagnose misfits...
...massive flaw of William Manchester's The Death of a President-namely, a distaste for Lyndon Johnson's necessary assumption of power. But neither does it boast the cogency of the Manchester book, the pertinent details-nor even the drama. As for style, it simply clogs the mind. Concerning Kennedy's arrival in Dallas, for example, Bishop writes: "This multiphrenic city sitting alone on a hot prairie like an oasis spouting a fountain of silver coins gave its elixir to John F. Kennedy." In the hospital, the body of Kennedy did not just lie there. "The clay...