Word: servants
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...purple or red gowns and furred hoods, doctors were persons of important status. Allowed extra luxury by the sumptuary laws, they wore belts of silver thread, embroidered gloves, and, according to Petrarch's annoyed report, presumptuously donned golden spurs when they rode to their visits attended by a servant. Their wives were permitted greater expenditure on clothes than other women, perhaps in recognition of the large fees doctors could command. Not all were learned professors. Boccaccio's Doctor Simon was a proctologist who had a chamber pot painted over his door to indicate his specialty...
...reaction seemed curiously muted, in part because any discussion of the presidential succession had long been regarded as treasonable. But more than that, there was a sense of uncertainty at every level. Government officials discreetly asked friendly embassies about the protocol for a state funeral. As a shy domestic servant explained the sudden loss, "It's like going on a ship from the shore; you don't know what is out there. And you know, I have never been on a ship...
...Spectator just before Paul's death: "Any candidate who comes along with a conservative or progressive label must expect to be defeated. The next Pope cannot be the Pope of a faction within the church. He will have to rule from the center and be the servant of unity...
...came from Ur already bound his bride, came with my impulsive ways, offering water to the servant and his camel. Why shouldn't I offer? I wasn't afraid. My tongue was a lithe muscle to welcome or harass. I wasn't afraid to come a thousand miles to marry the son of Abraham, join his caravan of vagabonds...
...rolling gait of the camel I dreamed his face: neck muscles, taut; eyes, direct, alert. But when we approached the camp he stood tallow beside the iron of his father, his beard combed so, his eyes on the servant, never on me. I was not prepared for the courteous awkwardness of his hands on my robe, his lips like a slug. He loved me with the cowed need of an abused child...