Word: prided
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...prig, Ivanov was a devoted reader of the steamy James Bond novels, found them "amusing but ridiculous." He professed to dislike loose women, did not like Christine even to use cosmetics. But one hot July night, recalls Christine, Ivanov finally "came to forsake all his principles and his pride. Suddenly he was kissing me, rolling his dark curls into my neck ..." Afterward, Ivanov was "sad, very...
This might have been the reaction anywhere, but it was predictable in the particular community where Play opened, the ancient Danube town of Ulm, where the municipal theater rivals the famed Gothic cathedral as a source of civic pride. Most German cities and towns think of their municipal theaters as U.S. cities regard their libraries-a permanent and serious public responsibility. There are 130 in West Germany. Audiences attend them with solemn zeal for Kultur, a turn of mind that ignores entertainment for the sake of education. The result is a theater unique in the world...
...Attorney General Kennedy's office is a large map of the U.S., resting on the floor against one wall. The map is studded with colored pins marking the counties in which the Justice Department has taken action to protect Negro voting rights. Bobby points out with pride that 28 pins mark places where his Justice Department has filed voting suits, while only ten pins indicate the suits filed during the Eisenhower years. He does not mention, of course, that the department's authority to protect voting rights derives largely from laws passed during the Eisenhower years...
Died. Andrew Browne Cunningham, 80, Viscount of Hyndhope, a crusty, klaxon-voiced sea dog who as Britain's Mediterranean commander in chief in World War II sank the pride of the Italian navy at Taranto and Cape Matapan, blocking Rommel's supply route and turning Mussolini's vaunted Mare Nostrum into "Cunningham's Pond"; of a heart attack; in London...
...teases him. That would be too easy. What he is after instead is a blush. And a special kind of blush at that. No rosiness such as some blunt, simple-minded fellow might force to her cheeks. "No," writes Cazotte to his patroness, "her blood is to rise, in pride and amour-propre ... in full, triumphant consent to her own perdition." A creature of honor, she will be destroyed, though outwardly intact, by inner recognition that she has desired her own dishonor...