Word: paines
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Tennessee Williams for The Glass Menagerie, he replied that he thought she was dead. And so in a way she had been. It is to her daughter's uncommon credit that she has not tried to pretty up Laurette's life in a biography that shows the pain of writing on most of its pages...
...born in a corner of Europe long and bloodily disputed between Hungary and Rumania, saw war when he fought with the Austrian army in World War I (he is now a U.S. citizen). Gifted and versatile (Rasputin, the Holy Devil, The Power and Secret of the Jesuits, Triumph Over Pain), he has now written a strange, heavily symbolic, sometimes embarrassingly earnest novel. The Night of Time is a kind of Kafkaesque parable. But Adam and the men of Hill 317 have a saving humanity and individuality that Kafka's sleepwalkers lack...
...colonialism in Aden. But some spoke plainly to the man from Peking. "Communism confronts the world with a new form of colonialism much deadlier than the old one." said Iraq's Fadhil Jamali. "Under the old form, there was at least some chance of hearing the cries of pain." As he sat down to a burst of applause, Pakistan's Mohammed Ali clapped him enthusiastically on the back while Nehru glowered...
...moment he straps on his wristwatch (prewarmed by his butler to body temperature) to the time he stretches out for the night "with just the right pillows to support head and neck and shoulders, and the crisp cool sheets," he moves in a world of carefully controlled enjoyment. Pain and trouble are avoided whenever possible, as if there were something sinful about them. He keeps looking out for the moments of immersion in beauty which are "it," the purpose of his life. "I wonder," he wrote recently, "whether art has a higher function than to make us feel, appreciate...
...love (Kuniko Ikawa), do they leap into each other's arms? Not at all. The hero rides sadly away, and the sound track sings to the heroine: "Your hawk has flown away . . ./ The bold, dark bird that dare not dwell by your side/ That fears no enemy, nor pain, nor danger/ Yet dreads the wound of the shining sword of love." Tennyson would have loved...