Word: sadnesses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sad that even now people in the U.S. consider Nehru's action in Goa as a diversion from his policy of peace and nonviolence. They do not understand that, after patient urging for 14 years, this "prince of peace" had to use force to cleanse the "Indian temple" that had been defiled by colonialists for centuries...
...Luxembourg's Grand Duchess Charlotte, to begin the four-hour cruise along the Moselle to Trier, across the German border. There, De Gaulle hailed the project as one of "the first fruits" of the recent Franco-German rapprochement. After "so much pain to which this river was a sad witness for centuries," said he, "we have been able to sail down it together, without meeting any resistance except that of ribbons...
...refusing to attend Mass. More threateningly, he has sensed some of the sources of his parents' snarlingly bad relationship and is eager to discover more. The revelations come steadily but not patly. The frustrations of wife and life have made John irascible, intolerant and bitter. Nettie is sad-eyed, stiff-bodied, and given to sulky silences. She has ruled the family by veto power; he, in turn, has mutilated his wife's heart with incessant drinking and the pursuit of "hotel-lobby whores." Trying to cast up a balance sheet of guilt, Timmy blames first one parent, then...
...Sami Frey throws a wingding below. Suffering through the Oedipal conflict, language dubbing and dense cinematic trickery are Jurgens' wife Alida Valli and daughter Susan Strasberg. Among the more perceptive waiters hired for the revels is Hero Renato Salvatori, who abruptly exclaims: "What a house-lonely, sad, mean and rotten!" Salvatori heads home to Milan, only to find more moral chaos. Jean Sorel is so alienated that he goes to a party and seduces his own wife, luscious Antonella Lualdi, who clearly prefers Host Louis Jourdan. But Jourdan prefers a young man called Bruno, Salvatori's friend. Then...
...severe case of arthritis. Yet his parched art now appears as if it were formed solely in the spread-eagle landscape, the quartz-clear air, and the human isolation of a land where nature seems with out scale. The figures in his paintings float like mirages, their pinpoint eyes sad as those of pedestrians in hell...