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Word: paines (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...quit on that account. With his shrunken tissues and "the monster" interfering, he sometimes had to pry his mouth open with a clothespin to get the cigar in. Even so, he enjoyed up to four a day. At one time, when he had heart trouble marked by anginal pain, he quit smoking and boasted of this "act of autotomy," but he stuck it out only 23 days. Disciple Sandor Ferenczi, a Hungarian analyst who was in the process of losing his own mind, offered to go to Vienna to psychoanalyze Freud out of his angina-which, Ferenczi was sure...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Last Days of Freud | 10/14/1957 | See Source »

Freud hated to take drugs, and had rarely used them throughout his years of pain. Now he consented to take aspirin occasionally. On Sept. 21 he asked his physician, Max Schur, for a sedative: "It is only torture now and it has no longer any sense." Two days later, aged 83, he was dead...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Last Days of Freud | 10/14/1957 | See Source »

...death, the dread of it and the wish for it, had always been a continual preoccupation of Freud's mind as far back as we know anything about it." Freud's reactions to his mother's death at 95 were unusual. She had been in great pain, so he was glad of her release. Beyond that, he was relieved that now he was free to die without causing her grief-he had always, he said, been afraid that he might die first and cause her suffering. Freudian Jones sees in this an unanalytic rationalization, suggests that unconsciously...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Last Days of Freud | 10/14/1957 | See Source »

What led poor Ed to his bed of pain? The story begins back in his turn-of-the-century childhood, when he is a dutiful teen-ager slaving away in his German-American father's "Lilliputian delicatessen." Father and mother have taught him that his three brothers and a sister are geniuses, but that he is a dolt. He takes it in good grace: "I sure wish I was an artist, a genius, thought Edward, instead of being dumb like I am." Dumb Ed has a dumb friend, a little pet hen that pecks "feverishly at his lips...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Ugly Sibling | 10/7/1957 | See Source »

...daughter standing beside him began to cry, anguished by the spectacle of her father at bay. The man saw the child's distress, reached out one hand and smoothed down her blonde bangs, pulled out a handkerchief and began to mop her eyes. Suddenly a look of pain broke across his face. "I didn't go out there to cause any trouble," he blurted. He too burst into tears...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: The Battle of Nashville | 9/23/1957 | See Source »

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