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Word: mirror (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...used to make a romance of its possibilities. Nevertheless, I feel that it reflects the contemporary human heart's division against itself, and divides that heart more seriously. Unless television's discreating capacities are stressed, social revolution may only stoop down to gather up the fragments of a shattered mirror...

Author: By Chris Rochester, | Title: The Living Room War | 10/9/1969 | See Source »

...point of losing his self-assurance. Strudwick looks at or rubs his hands- the surgeon's hands, the hands that have given him his material happiness. In this way, he shows that Walter refuses to admit that his hands have failed him. He expects his rewards in life to mirror his well-defined rewards as a surgeon...

Author: By Phil Lebowitz, | Title: The Price at the Wilbur through Saturday | 10/7/1969 | See Source »

...play did not allow me to become involved in the lives of the characters and to follow their actions as though they were mine. Instead, I was an observer, looking at a situation in which I had no part. I was the analyst sitting behind a two-way mirror, watching and interpreting the actions of group therapy participants. Miller conveyed his message, but bridled its effect. He fired a pistol and I saw a flag fly out from the muzzle saying "Bang...

Author: By Phil Lebowitz, | Title: The Price at the Wilbur through Saturday | 10/7/1969 | See Source »

...that passage, James Baldwin gives one reason why he came to hate and fear white people. He looked at their art as into a mirror, and could not see himself there at all. In the "disastrously explicit medium of language" that he uses so well, Baldwin adds a yet icier thought: "This did not mean that I loved black people; on the contrary, I despised them, possibly because they failed to produce Rembrandt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Black Lamps: White Mirrors | 10/3/1969 | See Source »

...hour guys started coming back on the ward again, and then disappeared into their rooms. I was still alone. So after a while I went into the room that Mrs. Snowden said was mine. It was just like the other nine tiny singles of our ward: bed, chair, dresser, mirror...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

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