Word: pursuitence
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with the roar of the sea and eerie swish of the wind. The dramatics personae includes a mother who is so devoted to her mysterious infant that she places no value upon the lives of the child's nursemaids; a father whose sole energies are absorbed in his relentless pursuit of the poor nurses; a servant who is blind, about seven feet tall and as ugly as his disposition. There are sundry other characters moving about with appropriate mystery their evils to perform. There is a mysterious old tower which houses, one is cryptically informed, some of the weirdest specimens...
...front door flew open and out thundered Roger Bigelow Merriman, Gurney Professor of History and exalted Master of Eliot House, brandishing his cane like the bloody brand of Rollo. The little lad turned pale and fled for the river, but Sir Roger, undaunted, steamed after him in hot pursuit, and, reaching out with the crook of his cane, hooked him by the belt of his trousers on the steps of Weeks Memorial Bridge. Then, muttering something about the uselessness of the Cambridge Police, Master Merriman took the law into his own hands in true baronial fashion, rendering immediate justice...
...later his men were beaten back with heavy losses. Next day was spent in wary shadow-boxing on both sides. Haile Selassie formed his Imperial Guard on Chessad Ezba, a mountain eight miles from Lake Ashangi, spread his support on surrounding peaks. Marshal Badoglio had assembled 200 bombing and pursuit planes. He had Alpini and Sabauda Divisions facing the Ethiopian Guard and was able, after an amazing forced march, to whip another division of leather-footed Eritrean native troops along Haile Selassie's right flank...
...Frost left Harvard in 1899 not because he was "escaping" from formal college work, but because he was "pursuing" poetry, he asserted. "Perhaps it was rather a lazy pursuit," he admitted, "but I was restless, and had the urge to write. It seems to me that the process of all creative writing is the eternal seeking for the expression of an ideal-aiming at a perfect conception which we never quite hit. With each successive effort we think we have it, but somehow we just barely miss...
...considered a dangerous radical and all the potent forces of conventionalized prejudice united to convict him of a crime which was actually performed by a gangster. The injustice which society foisted upon the father makes an outcast of the Hamlet-like son, forces him into a relentless, selfless pursuit for revenge; not for the joy of revenge itself but for the vindication of his faith in the truth and justice which must be if existence is to justify the struggle. His quest leads him to the tenement home of the Esdrases cowering beneath the symbolic shadow of the East Side...