Word: paines
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When they concentrated on their own work, the U.S. surgeons had a hot time over a cool, cool question: Is it a good thing to freeze the human stomach to suppress the nagging pain of duodenal ulcer and-hopefully-to heal the ulcer...
Santayana never seemed more passionately committed to his philosophy than in the last days before his death-a death that, as Cory describes it, had some of the majesty of Socrates'. He was racked with pain from cancer of the stomach, unable to eat or drink. When Cory murmured about "the peace that passeth all understanding," the old rationalist shot back: "If it passeth all understanding, it's simply nothing. I have no faith in a blind, cosmic feeling of peace." In his last moments, Cory asked him if he was suffering. "He replied in a voice...
...terse as it is cryptic; her dances are only sketches of her intent. But the 19 other dancers-nine male, ten female-in her company are all masters of the "virile gestures" that, she says, "are evocative of the only true beauty." Movement is full of the strain and pain academic ballet attempts to conceal, and each step is meant as a metaphor that tells of the life of the heart. Barefoot and poised in an artificial balance achieved by great feats of technique, the dancers rarely touch except to depict conflict or lust. Each dance seems a ritual from...
With two suffering singers onstage-Birgit Nilsson was still in pain from a gallstone attack the night before, and Irene Dalis cried through all three intermissions over something like an inflamed T-Zone-Aïda never reached the pitch of performance that might have saved it from its staging. Designer Robert O'Hearn built a marshmallow Egypt; Stage Director Nathaniel Merrill strewed the huge cast across it like pistachio shells; Katherine Dunham firmly fixed a rhinestone in every navel within reach and made her debut as a Met choreographer nothing more than a tawdry reminder...
...artists in flight from reality, they contrived, if possible, to be afflicted alike with consumption and unrequited love-both, it was firmly understood, great heighteners of poetic sensibility. Then, like dying nightingales singing their hearts out while impaled upon the thorn of the everyday world, they poured forth their pain in richly draped iambics...