Word: pride
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...pray that in all the deliberations here begun Thou wilt save us from pride of opinion, from intolerance and prejudice, and from lightly ascending any throne of judgment...
Serious Problem No. 2 was the French: there was a new determination in them, a special kind of pride born of French anxiety to wipe out the humiliations of the war and to re-emerge as a great power. As such, the French were quite definite about Indo-China: they wanted it back. With a ruthlessness and skill that matched Ho's own, the French army speedily got control of the South and could not be kept out much longer from Hanoi. So Ho negotiated: when the French army came back into the North, as the Chinese withdrew...
...Winning!" With victory, Ho Chi Minh's prestige reached a new high in Asia. Nationalists of many lands, for all their objection to Communism, could not help taking pride in the exploits of an Asian army against their old masters from Europe. Indo-China's wait-and-seeists no longer needed to wait and see. "We are winning! Why stay with the losers?" cried Viet Minh women, urging Vietnamese soldiers to desert. "Do you want your sons to curse your names...
...singing priest says modestly: "I'm no fit to lace John's boots." When he held a scholarship at London's Royal Academy of Music, young MacEwan auditioned for the great McCormack. Father MacEwan doesn't remember what he sang, but he says with quiet pride: "He thought I was 'guid.' I want to steer clear of any comparison with him. But he thought I was 'guid.' " So did London society, but in the midst of acclaim, Singer MacEwan felt call to the priesthood: "The spirit quickeneth where it will...
...done in a comfortable studio. You have got to go out and wrestle with the elements, with all your senses alert . . . You have got to hold your nose against the smell of rotten fish, and you've got to have the creeps. You must learn to feel the pride of the Indian in his ancestors, and the pinch of the cold, raw damp of the West Coast, and the smell and flavor of the wood smoke, and the sting of it in your eyes...