Word: profounder
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...contact. There would have to be some way to positively identify the contact; and some sort of password system, so the contact would know that we were worthy of further information. By reducing the phrase "Meter Maid" to "Meet a maid" the Bryn Mawr girls had provided a profound insight. Given that you could get to the right place at the right time, the contact could be identified as a "maid," that is, a girl. There are two ways to make a maid-girl distinctive: She could be wearing a maid's uniform; or she could wear medieval clothes, like...
Probably no force could find more than lukewarm approval in the ghetto today?so deep are the enmities, so profound the suspicions of the fuzz or, sometimes, "Chuck,"* The very presence of cops in the slums, many Negro militants maintain, represents society's goal to protect the white man's property and suppress the black man's right...
...church, that leaves the air redolent with cynicism. Even the material world is forbidding. Citizens must seek treatment in hospital buildings that may date from the 17th century, archaic highways are jammed, and telephones do not work- a trivial complaint, perhaps, but symbolic of a more profound lack of communication between groups and generations. "Weary and shrewish" Paris, the heart of the country, has become, "beyond question, the most exhausting capital in the world...
Indeed, for a layman, his understanding of psychiatry is profound. Besides being a trustee of the William Alanson White Psychiatric Foundation, Fortas has written often for its journal, Psychiatry. Preparing to sit on one case that required psychiatric backing, he asked an expert to "give me just as much to read as you can think of-and then give me some more." The friend believes he read...
...general air in this second volume of his autobiography is one of diversion rather than dedication, the method more anecdotal than analytical; the result is a rather pleasurable belles-lettres excursion into nostalgia, not a profound exercise in self-revelation. Taken as such, it is rarely dull. In this book at least, written partly in 1931 and picked up again after World War II, Russell is still a master prose stylist and an elegant wit, with a bitchy touch of the Wilde...