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Word: relished (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...plumber could have painted it, including some still lifes that focus hard on that hardy piece of English enamelware, the water closet. But at its best the new realism has the effect of a pint of bitter-tart proof that Englishmen can still face life with relish...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Sink & Swim | 10/26/1959 | See Source »

...product of a "death drive"? Is civilization at the mercy of a nameless army of self-annihilators, men who kill with an almost sexual relish because they are secretly in love with death? In The War Lover (an October Book-of-the-Month Club choice), Novelist John Hersey (The Wall, A Single Pebble) has apparently sworn by the beard of Freud to bed Mars on the analyst's couch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: In Love with Death | 10/5/1959 | See Source »

...finally reveal themselves, dark thoughts filter up in man's mind. The visitors are winged, horned, 12 ft. tall and have tails. What is their mission? Are they supreme in the universe, or do they serve some understandable-and thus conquerable-Overmind? It is, the author relates with relish, the end of the human race as man knows...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Escape from Gravity | 8/31/1959 | See Source »

...immediate difficulty is the actual process of exemption. Harvard's program is unique, and it would be virtually impossible to get a national testing program. The tests would have to be written, administered, and graded by the General Education Committee or the Advanced Placement Office, and neither would especially relish...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Open Curriculum | 4/29/1959 | See Source »

...though, Simon's poeticizing betrays him. His final gust tastes too much of sorrow spooned with a sophomore's relish: "Soon [the wind] would blow up great storms across the plain, tear the last red leaves from the vines, strip the trees bent beneath it, its strength unimpeded, purposeless, doomed to exhaust itself endlessly, without hope of an end, wailing its long nightly complaint as if it were sorry for itself, envying the sleeping men, transitory and perishable creatures, envying them their possibility of forgetfulness, of peace: the privilege of dying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Holy Fool | 4/13/1959 | See Source »

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