Word: sorrowfully
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Terror works like a musical composition, so many instruments, all in tune, playing perfectly together to create their desired effect. Sorrow and horror, and fear. The first plane is just to get our attention. Then, once we are transfixed, the second plane comes and repeats the theme until the blinding coda of smoke and debris crumbles on top of the rescue workers who have gone in to try to save anyone who survived the opening movements. And we watch, speechless, as the sirens, like some awful choir, hour after hour let you know that it is not over yet, wait...
...once, let's have no fatuous rhetoric about "healing." Healing is inappropriate now, and dangerous. There will be time later for the tears of sorrow...
...into mental illness. These details are both incidental and fundamental to the story he tells. Because Franzen knows his characters so well, their stories are full and sympathetic and consistently fun to read about, even if the fun is sometimes in the skilled evocation of someone’s sorrow. The pleasure of simply reading the words that have been written down in a certain order reaches phenomenal levels. If his one sentence descriptions, the flow of his paragraphs and even his individual word choices are not always perfect, they are pretty close to it. They are alive and real...
This is a moment of incalculable sorrow and loss, and I hope we will all take care to support all members of our community during this terrible episode in the life of our nation and the world...
...Terror works like a musical composition, so many instruments, all in tune, playing perfectly together to create their desired effect. Sorrow and horror, and fear. The first plane is just to get our attention. Then, once we are transfixed, the second plane comes and repeats the theme until the blinding coda of smoke and debris crumbles on top of the rescue workers who have gone in to try to save anyone who survived the opening movements. And we watch, speechless, as the sirens, like some awful choir, hour after hour let you know that it is not over yet, wait...