Word: soul
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sleeps. Sometimes they tackle such moral problems as the one that developed when Pamela let the dog indoors and it ate the family parakeet. There was agonized discussion about whether Pamela had, in effect, killed the parakeet herself or whether the dog alone was to blame. These juvenile soul-searchings have proved so attractive to listeners that, last week, the Illinois Meat Co. added new territory to the family by putting a transcribed 15-minute version of the Johnson chitchat over stations WCBS in New York, WTAM in Cleveland, and WXYZ in Detroit...
...Congratulations from the depths of my heart for your soul-stirring eulogy, "The King Is Dead." This masterpiece could profitably be read by every American-man, woman and child...
...Like Dyar, Bowles seems incapable of involving himself in at least half the realities of life. He makes his job easy by playing down characters and incidents that might fill his hero's emptiness with something more amiable than smuggling and murder. He exposes Dyar's hungry soul to every temptation except the temptation to take a brace. In this way, Bowles takes most of the wind out of his own sails. The Devil likes to be given his due, but he is too much of a realist to ask for a walkover...
...destroyer patrol). But he was all set to "work, work, work . . . live on air, sleep in the park, sing in the streets, do anything ... to enable me to take my doctor's degree." Proud of "my critical faculties," adept in finding "objections to the immortality of the individual soul," Cronin was nonetheless "too much of a coward" to be an avowed atheist, too much of a fighter to settle into the rut of tame agnosticism. So he did his best to keep faith and skepticism in separate compartments...
...love and spiritual rejuvenation-and it hit the bestseller lists like a bomb. In no time, Author Cronin found himself richer and more fashionable than he had been at the height of his asthenic heyday. And the more he wrote, the more the money poured in, filling his proud soul with joy, his humble soul with horror...