Word: mother
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Olivier in a production of "The Merchant of Venice" at the National Theatre. He plans to write a book on the rise of Victorian spiritualism, and also to diorite "The Tempest." "I don't really know why the Victorian period intrigues me. I guess it goes back to my mother-she wrote a biography of Browning. At one point, she actually got to dating cheeks 1856," he said...
...only are these two adolescent, they are insecure. Pookie is insecure because her mother died giving birth and her father travels... subtle, ch? That's why she jabbers on for hours, days even. It is also the probable excuse for why she makes up such dear little stories to tell nuns and boardinghouse ladies. Jerry is secure-he has a good family. You can tell he is secure by the immobility of his facial features and by the fact that he thinks Pookie is a little "crazy...
...mother I never...
Subsequently the Committee met with the Rev. Hanson and four of his supporters. This quintet aimed most of its artillery at the second book, The Emperor of ice-cream. Particular objection was voiced (1) to the protagonist's "irreverent" references to a statue and to his mother's religious values; (2) to the "gutter language" and reference to various anatomical organs: and (3) to two admittedly unconsummated sexual scenes that, it was felt, "could not help but sexually arouse children and adults alike...
...English literature. They are essentially puzzled over the play's great enigma: what took hamlet so long in acting to avenge his dead father? Among the theories advanced are that Hamlet was fat, and consequently moved slowly in doing anything; that Hamlet hand an Oedipal relationship with his mother and therefore blamed himself for his father's death; and finally, an Elizabethan determinist interpretation that Hamlet's humours mixed in such a way that he was always by nature melancholy and lethargic. There is also a Marxist interpretation, contrived, I guess, by some lonely Russian critic with nothing better...