Word: sadnesses
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...gathered for discussion, but a room on the third floor of Rome's college for German seminarians. Scores of cardinals and bishops from Germany, France, Africa and Latin America made pilgrimages there for theological advice. Theologians visited to discuss the issues and events of the council with the sad-eyed, soft-spoken man who occupied the room. He was Karl Rahner, 58, whom many eminent Roman Catholic thinkers regard as the most profound and most exciting theologian their church has produced in the 20th century...
Sinclair's public career .was something of an anticlimax. The titles of two Sinclair books tell the sad story: I, Governor of California-and How I Ended Poverty (1933) and I, Candidate for Governor-and How I Got Licked...
...their dialogue: "Where do we go from here?'' "How the devil should I know?" In another part of the room, a marvelously attenuated adolescent boy clutches a four-leaf clover and gazes imploringly at the ceiling; he is called The Wish. The pieces are both funny and sad, a bit crude and yet full of vitality. On view at Manhattan's Graham Gallery, they are the work of the Czech-born sculptor Ludvik Durchanek: a rough-hewn talent of considerable versatility and force...
...teachers, Soyer remembers vividly George Bellows and Robert Henri, and most especially he remembers the night that Henri introduced him to a Daumier drawing of hungry men and women and their sad-eyed children. He immediately felt the "sympathy with which the artist drew this group." Soyer has always had this same sympathy for his own sad-eyed figures. They often seem overwhelmed by their own thoughts, caught in a moment of reverie when, while most turned in upon themselves, they reveal themselves the most. Of his style, Soyer says: "I like an artist who talks with a low voice...
...Wilson) strides by. She staggers back, moves as if to cry out, hesitates, stares after him bewildered. Impossible! But for an instant she could have sworn the old tramp was her husband! Next day when he comes by again she asks him in. He has a kind mouth and sad eyes that light up wonderfully when she plays Rossini on the jukebox, but something in his face suggests a damaged and diminished man. "I've lost my memory," he explains shyly. She faints. She is sure...