Word: prophetizer
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Historian Lloyd Lewis wrote with bugles blaring, battle flags waving and exclamation marks used like bayonet points ("Blood! Blood! Blood!"). His style was perfectly suited to the fiery temper of William Tecumseh Sherman, and his classic Sherman: Fighting Prophet inspired a more restrained younger historian, Bruce Catton, to make a career out of the Civil...
...economy-based on his knowledge as a top expert on the business cycle. His warning: a recession was under way, and would reach its nadir in October, just before the presidential elections. "Unfortunately," Nixon later wrote in Six Crises, "Arthur Burns turned out to be a good prophet. The bottom of the 1960 dip did come in October. All the speeches, television broadcasts and precinct work in the world could not counteract that one hard fact...
...Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar in 586 B.C. Down through the centuries, Jews and Arabs got along with one another reasonably well; though Jews generally were treated as second-class citizens, they were respected as "people of the Book." They prospered as traders, artisans and scholars. One of the Prophet Mohammed's wives was Jewish. So was Harun al-Rashid's ambassador to Charlemagne, and Maimonides, court doctor to the great Sultan Saladin. Not until the 20th century did tensions begin to approach their present peak: with the formation of Israel in 1948, thousands of Jews began to leave their...
...this group at the present time. To refer to him as a "Waspirant" is as insulting as it would have been to accuse Charles Carroll of Carrollton of trying to gain equality with John Adams. In both cases, the equality already existed. Also, your reference to the Veiled Prophet's Ball as a "Wasp event" is strange to anyone from the St. Louis area. We consider the Bakewells and the Desloges, the Chouteaus and Christys as the "inner core" of St. Louis life...
...into the street in the comforting warmth of the Florida night and danced deliberately. "You want to hear some good music--not all this crap," the girl barked, turning on Frank Sinatra, greeted by the others as if he were a Bob Dylan piercing the night like a prophet. "Cheri," "Spanish Eyes," a strikingly syncopated version of "Three Coins." Strange to tell it was the most beautiful music session I have experienced in a long time. The music became a ferocious whole with the setting of gloom and ease and I assimilated it into my consciousness in delirious chunks...