Word: soulful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...idealist as well as a practical educator, Maria Montessori believes that children have souls from the moment of birth; that they are born, not into a natural world, but into one that has been distorted by civilization; that when the secret of the child's soul is discovered the world's problems will be solved and we will have a race of self-confident, unrepressed men. Says she: "In the mind of the child we may perhaps find the key to progress, and, who knows, the beginning of a new civilization...
...child's soul, says Dottoressa Montessori, develops through a series of "sensitive periods"-times when it has a preternatural bent to learn such things as walking, talking. These periods must be recognized by parents; the child must be allowed to take utmost advantage of them. Babies of 1½ years old, says she, can walk more than a mile if they are allowed to select their own pace. Other dicta...
...Naughtiness is the expression of an inner disturbance, an unsatisfied need, a state of tension; the child's soul is crying out for what it needs, seeking to defend itself...
...prodigious writer, talker, fighter and drinker, Pitchfork Smith worshipped at the shrine of one man and one man only: William Cowper Brann (the Iconoclast). Once, on Brann's birthday, his disciple got drunk, visited his grave at Waco, and sat there all night communing with the soul of his friend, for every drink he took himself pouring an equal amount of whiskey...
...Canadian-born Explorer Kaulback, Tibet is no hermit kingdom, but a realistic Shangri-La whose glacial rocks, shrewd lamas, innumerable prayer-wheels, odoriferous grime somehow delight his Cambridge-bred soul. He had been to Tibet once before and was glad to get back: "It was good to taste real buttered tea again. ... We ourselves were awash by the time the tents were up. ... That night it was just as it had been two years before. . . horsebells jingling; the howl of a dog; a voice in the distance singing a mournful song; and over everything the smell of wood smoke...