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Word: mined (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...maiden aunt of mine keeps insisting that people mellow when they enter middle-age. I have always thought this nostrum a trifle pat, and Ingmar Bergman (doubtless intending no malice to my aunt) turns her theory inside out with Secrets of Women, an unpretentious early work that precedes by some years the tempestuous and difficult films by which he is better known. For Bergman, the mellowness of maturity seems to have come before youth's probing restlessness...

Author: By Raymond A. Sokolov jr., | Title: Secrets of Women | 11/7/1961 | See Source »

...want another day to pass without writing to you my heartfelt thanks for the extraordinary article entitled "Mary's Beads" [Oct. 13]. Over the phone, friends of mine read it to me from New York to San Francisco. As I heard the words and sentences with that wonderful exposition of the essence of the Rosary and its power, my heart went back to you in tribute, in praise and in gratitude...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Oct. 27, 1961 | 10/27/1961 | See Source »

...friend of Elia Kazan. He has directed a play of mine.-Perhaps I am, therefore, disqualified from commenting on your critic's incredibly cute and vulgar personal attack on him in the review of Splendor in the Grass...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Oct. 27, 1961 | 10/27/1961 | See Source »

According to an American friend of mine, however, who spend this summer working on a road in Macedonia in southern Yugoslavia, there is another sector of the youth which is passionately concerned with politics--the members of the youth movement. These students and ex-students spend all of their summers in work camps "helping to build Socialism...

Author: By Michael S. Gruen, | Title: Notes From A Yugoslavian Journey | 10/16/1961 | See Source »

...have a turkey all to myself." Death eyes him quizzically. "Why," he wonders, "did you share the bird with me?" Macario grins a sly peasant grin. "When you appear, there is no time left. I figured that while you ate your half I'd have time to eat mine." Death throws back his head and laughs till the tears of dust run down his stony cheeks. "You have fed me," he says then, "and you have even made me laugh. For that I shall give you what no man has ever had before." A spring leaps...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Dinner with Death | 10/13/1961 | See Source »

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