Word: rage
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...blooded Brill, infuriated at the slur on his name and "family seat at the Point", often was sent into an uncontrollable rage. It was well known that he had vowed to get retribution the next time the "slanderer," as he put it, was in the vicinity. When interviewed recently he admitted that he had never read "Wickford Point." "Grandfather wouldn't permit it in the house," he snorted...
William Lamb was Caroline's predestined prey. They were married, though not before Caroline, "seized by an unaccountable fit of rage with the officiating bishop, tore her gown and was carried fainting from the room." For three years all went well. Once Caroline was brought in "concealed under a silver dish cover, from which she emerged on the dinner table stark naked. ..." In the mornings William and she read "Newton on the Prophecies with the Bible"; then "Hume with Shakespeare till the dressing bell...
...witness-chair, his coal-miner's pallor* heightened by his rumpled white suit, a Havana perfecto gripped deep in his big chops. In his usual low rumble he began to speak. Gradually the rumble rolled up into a basso roar as his jowls filled with rage. He pounded the committee-table till the ashtrays jumped, then exploded in a statement which will be remembered long after the election...
...From San Francisco editors Poet Miller got rejection slips until his famous junket to England. Armed with a laurel wreath for Byron's grave, the manuscript of Songs of the Sierras, a pair of cowhide boots and a sombrero, he was taken up by Pre-Raphaelites, became the rage of Mayfair in no time. He whooped as he entered drawing rooms, smoked two cigars at once, picked his teeth with ostentation. Once he scuttled quickly across the floor, bit his hostess' pretty daughter...
There is no escaping the Oedipus complex, said Freud, for it is our heritage from primitive ancestors, who killed their fathers in fits of jealous rage. "We are all omnibuses in which our ancestors ride, and every now and then one of them sticks his head out and embarrasses us," perceptively observed Oliver Wendell Holmes in his pre-Freudian novel The Guardian Angel...