Word: sorrowings
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...Cantwell played his record to John Ganley and John Cafferty, Catholics. Squeaked the record, describing a book called Enemies: "This book submits the conclusive proof that for more than 1,500 years a great religious system, operating out of Rome, has by means of fraud and deception brought untold sorrow and suffering on the people. It operates the greatest racket ever employed amongst men and robs the people of their money and destroys their peace of mind and freedom of action...
...first reaction to the war's end was otherwise. Like torrents freed by the sudden thawing of some great northern river, the peace let loose a worldwide flood of emotions - sorrow, anger, fear, pride, guilt, frustration, shock, hatred. On the one side, tearful Finns quoted an old Nordic saying: "Sorrows are our reins, bad days our bridle." On the other, the Russians laughed, drank beer, slapped each other's backs, praised their Red Army "defenders." But among the friends and foes of each side there was a bitter search for reasons, a hunt for scapegoats, a vindictive beating...
...illustrations of Dickens' London, the same knack of making ragpickers a touch romantic. Some of his canvases: Sax Sec-lion, a red-coated Negro band turning on the heat in Harlem; Chatham Square Street Fight, two stevedores sparring, while kids streak up to see the fun; Such Sweet Sorrow, a pair of drunks embracing under...
...unfortunate, however, that these harbingers of the form divine are often led to sweeping denials of any suggestive power in music, for one must admit that a musical passage can convey general ideas like happiness and sorrow; above all, it can convey mood...
...These hills are jist dirt waves, washing through eternity. My brethren, they hain't a valley so low but what hit'll rise again. They hain't a hill standing so proud but hit'll sink to the low ground o' sorrow. Oh, my children, where air we going on this mighty river of earth, aborning, begetting, and a-dying-the living and the dead riding the waters . . .?" Author Still restrains even this. His boy hero goes to sleep; another begins inattentively to whittle...