Word: reproachfulness
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...issue is what "everything" includes. As Clinton tells it, he has been beyond reproach: "In my lifetime," he testified, "I've never sexually harassed a woman...I never have, and I wouldn't." Because he has been the subject of so many lies--"the far right tried to convince the American people that I had committed murder, run drugs, slept in my mother's bed with four prostitutes," he said--Clinton developed what he calls "a high level of paranoia." So high, in fact, that he instructs his staff to put up no window treatments in the Oval Office...
Atheists do not want to suppress religion; as a misunderstood and often hated minority, we know the value of religious pluralism, tolerance and the separation of church and state. Our aim is to create a harmonious community in which both theist and atheist can live without fear of reproach for being open about their beliefs. Atheists are not monsters or ignorant anti-patriots. We are good citizens who value tolerance. I am also proud to say that on the average we are highly intelligent. Atheists have unusually high numbers in academia and science. This is why so many...
...first scene, she is largely banished to nursing a beer on the side of the stage. O'Connor gives her only enough dialogue about her intriguing romantic troubles to tantalize, and Nugent's prodigious talent is expressed almost entirely by the occasional wisecrack and by baleful glances smoldering with reproach directed toward her brother and sister...
...bleed together, but Bleeding London is a wounded creature. A writer once said of Ezra Pound, "he is a great poet who has never written a great poem." In the world of lyric prose, Nicholson neither leads nor follows. Rather, he occupies that awkward region in between--usually above reproach, seldom awe-inspiring--where many decent writers languish in anonymity. Bleeding London is, well, bloody awful...
...freedom and agency of black Americans. After 1877, the New South planted fields of cotton drenched in the blood of black men savagely murdered by lynch mobs that contained town sheriffs, in much the same way inner-city police continue to murder African-Americans without restraint, remorse or reproach...