Word: paines
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Though some national commercials may be only at the threshold of pain, the local variety tests the steel of man's capacity to endure. A local "30-minute" news program consists of twelve minutes of news and weather and 18 minutes of commercial blight. The deluge of drivel is often highlighted by a car dealer's hypocritical, Bible-waving sign-off: "Gaw bless ya 'n' yore luvved...
...companies figure that if only 30% of those offered fast payoffs accepted them, the experiment would cost insurers nothing extra. In the unlikely event that every victim took them up on their offer, the companies estimate that their claims costs, now inflated by legal fees and court awards for pain and suffering, would fall by at least...
...filthy flophouses. Some men mingled with drunks along the downtown Tenderloin skid row. Several housewives spent a day just sitting in the Greyhound bus terminal, where they saw weary, worried mothers board buses with broods of children to start life somewhere else. Other poverty students vicariously shared the pain of knife, gun and mugging victims in the emergency room of the County Hospital, or walked the brawling bar beat with patrolmen. Shaken by their experiences, the students retreated for a day of barbecue and Fourth of July fun at the Franciscan Order's comfortable Casa de Paz y Bien...
...fire and excitement that sometimes, without warning, fill a church, causing the church, as Leadbelly and so many others have testified, to "rock." Nothing that has happened to me since equals the power and the glory that I sometimes felt when . . . the church and I were one. Their pain and their joy were mine, and mine were theirs . . . and their cries of "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!" and "Yes, Lord!," "Praise His name!," "Preach it, brother!" sustained and whipped on my solos until we all became equal, wringing wet singing and dancing, in anguish and rejoicing, at the foot of the altar...
What most captivates the reader is the fascination of discovering how her brittle sensibilities and flamboyant neuroses react to events. Her meticulous eyewitness account of the scruffy San Francisco hippie subculture becomes all the more engrossing for the mingled feelings of anger, pain and horror that the entire experience caused her. Miss Didion suffers constantly, but compellingly and magically. With testiness, she reports on the vulgarity of Las Vegas weddings. With sad humor, she tells of a visit to Joan Baez's Institute for the Study of Nonviolence. With annoyance, she relates the legends surrounding Howard Hughes. With nostalgia...