Word: passione
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...nature provided of notable multiplying glasses--that is, their passion and self-love--through which every little payment appears a great grievance, but are destitute of those prospective glasses ... to see afar off the miseries that hang over them and cannot without such payments be avoided." Thomas Hobbes...
...smiles with embarassment, but she can't help it--she has to pull that Carter-Mondale leaflet out of the trash as she walks by. "Politics is a passion of mine," Lisa A. Rotenberg '81, says as she hands the leaflet to a woman. "I love campaigns. I love politics. I love being in the hub of things--it's either in your blood...
...last week, the President increased his assault. In a radio speech from the Oval Office, he asserted that "peace is my passion ... peace is my pledge." He added: "Over the last 20 years, we have taken some steps away from the nuclear precipice. Now, for the first time, we are being advised to take steps that may move us toward it." The next day, he explained by sardonically describing Reagan's arms-control policy: "First, throw the existing nuclear-arms limitation treaty [SALT ] in the wastebasket. Second, threaten the Soviet Union with a nuclear-arms race. Third, launch...
Mellow has a passion for anecdote, and an extraordinary talent for the exposition of superficial detail. Even for a book of over 600 pages, the amount of unnecessary information he includes is often astounding. In addition to narrating events in Hawthorne's life, for example, Mellow frequently describes exactly what Hawthorne wore. During cold winter mornings in Lenox, Mellow reveals, the author sat in his study wearing an old purple dressing gown made by his wife Sophia. Hawthorne's wardrobe also had its formal side, we discover, although at one time he refused to wear "the white muslin cravat then...
Good news, though, comes in the form of Kirsten Giroux as Lady Macbeth. With legerity and a crystalline voice, she appears at first like a sweet '20s flapper and turns savage with frightening speed, manipulating her husband with thinly disguised sexuality. But the unmitigated passion which drives her can go just as easily the other way, into fear and insanity, and she crumbles beautifully, back into the flapper and beyond into girlhood. Searing her hand on a candle flame, she tragically reminds us of an inner power that once tried to unsex her but never succeeded...