Word: nausea
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...particularly since the white Mississippian will nod his head zealously through about two-thirds of the spiel, until he gets the point. Slack-jawed indignation ensues. I am afraid, though, that you have ruined my sardonic joke. I got half way through your cover story before nausea overtook me, and it occurred to me that blind barbarism-in the Congo, in Mississippi-is the one citadel that will not tumble before mockery...
...whose career is past its peak. Sartre at 59 re mains an authentic hero for French intellectuals, including those who most despise him, and he is one of the few 20th century philosophers whose names^ are at least vaguely known to the public. His drama and fiction (No Exit, Nausea, The Roads to Freedom) are deservedly remembered, his formal philosophical works are read only by specialists and masochists...
Flowing Juices. What seems to be acid indigestion, usually with nausea and belching, has the same causes as heartburn. An antacid tablet may help. The catch is that the layman usually cannot tell the difference between this and a medically significant form of indigestion. This inflammation of the stomach (gastritis) is part of the pattern of peptic ulcer. Then the trouble is not a simple backup of the evening's Scotch, steak and potato but a too-free flow of hydrochloric acid and other digestive juices from the stomach walls into the stomach itself and the duodenum. The excess...
Though most laymen have never heard of alkalosis, it may be more dangerous than acidity, because doctors are not on the alert for it. And even when they suspect it, it is hard to diagnose. Its symptoms are the same as those for which the patient was taking antacids-nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain. In its later stages, alkalosis may bring on muscle spasms, fever, coma, and finally death...
...here to listen to these fools lie about how they're going to help Negroes." Then, somehow, the quiet marble halls, polished floors, the measured speech now being given by a liberal Northern Republican seemed unreal. More real were the memory of demonstrations, picket lines, sweat, nausea too often denied, six dead Negro children, Birmingham, freedom songs; despair when quiet and sophisticated friends were caught up in the storm of revolt and swept into the movement on waves of emotion and hate; the endless search for identity, truth, meaning, love and hate shared with Negroes the summer...