Word: mothered
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...delivered, and "when you're saying unkind things about him, he doesn't like it." Berman later claimed that Sirhan actually "admired and loved" Kennedy until the day the Senator said that he favored sending 50 Phantom jets to Israel. As always, Sirhan's mother, Mary, was in court...
Nina was born Eunice Kathleen Waymon in 1935 in Tryon, N.C., the sixth of eight children. Father was a handyman, Mother a Methodist minister. Both were musical, and Nina began taking classical piano lessons at seven. Bach soon became (and remains) her favorite: "There's always a place he's going and he gets there and he comes down gently. That's perfection." In 1953, after a year of study at Manhattan's Juilliard School of Music (paid for by friends back home), she landed a $90-a-week job playing piano...
...grows too arrogant. Even the Freudian metaphors that have been used to give modern meaning to the ancient dramas are losing their force. The ultimate expression of absurdity would be to write a play or a novel about a man who kills his father, marries his mother and lives happily ever after. But that seems a long way off-two or three years at least. In the meantime we have such dazzling performances as Portnoy's Complaint...
...experiences during and immediately after World War II in Yugoslavia and Austria. Siggy calls these notes his "prehistory," and his recollected stories seem touched by the bizarre influence of Gunter Grass. On the day in 1938 when Austria capitulates to Hitler, for example, a man whom Siggy's mother loved but did not marry creates hysteria in Vienna by running around costumed as a Habsburg eagle. Siggy's real father is a Yugoslav who escapes on a motorcycle in 1944, during the terrible struggle between the German army, Tito's partisans, Mihailovich's Chetniks...
...soften the horror of this mind-fuck, society, has set up a new earth-mother of its own--television. The boy had often sat for hours at a time watching the images flicker before him. Here, indeed, was the goddess of the modern world; here was the new muse calling, the muse of totally destructive mindlessness. Hour after hour, he could stare at the grey screen, giving himself to it; and he was grateful to it because it made him stop thinking, it took over his mind, and gave him the peace of forgetfulness that he could not find...