Word: passional
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...most famous single sentence declared that "I believe we are lost here in America, but I believe we shall be found." Wolfe did convincingly demonstrate in his novels what he meant by declaring Americans to be lost. Lusting to record his every private experience with thoroughness and passion, he did manage to portray individual loneliness in a mechanized society and the conflicts of a world torn, between accumulation of money and development of personality. But what did Wolfe mean by his affirmation that "we shall be found?" Wolfe was himself lost; he had only the foggiest notions about modern science...
...peaceful radiance in the window of Luini's art dazzled Critic John Ruskin,*who called him "ten times greater than Leonardo." Luini, he wrote, "paints what he has been taught to design wisely and has passion to realize gloriously." In that sentence, Ruskin neatly underlined the double dependence of religious...
Father Peyton attributes his sudden success in radio to a simple faith. Some think his Irish stubbornness helped, too. A big, bulky, bashful man of 38, Father Peyton came to the U.S. 20 years ago from a poverty-ridden County Mayo home, already smitten with "the passion of my life": the power of prayer. "I remember what it did for our Catholic family in Ireland," he recalls, "and how it united the eleven of us completely. I knew it would make happy families the world over...
...might take greater effect. "Certain . . . eliminations" have been made and there is a moral-pointing prologue: "This is the tragic story of Amber St. Clare. Slave to ambition, stranger to virtue. Fated to find the wealth and power she ruthlessly gained wither to ashes in the fires lit by passion and fed by defiance of the eternal command. The wages of sin is death...
...queer," Edward Lear once wrote to a friend, "that I am the man as is making some three or four thousand people laugh in England all at one time. . . ." But to staid and sensible Victorians, who seemed to have a safety-valve passion for nonsense, there was nothing queer about it. Edward Lear's volumes of limericks, his world of Jumblies, scroobious snakes, runcible spoons and Dongs with Luminous Noses, set English gentlemen roaring into their port and schoolkids giggling into their bedtime hot milk...