Word: thought
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...best play of this or many seasons ... reaches heights of poetry and performance seldom attempted in the recent history of the American stage," cried John MacLain in the Journal American. Hobe Morrison in Variety spoke of "this exalted drama," John Chapman of the Daily News thought it "a magnificent production of a truly splendid play," Richard Watts of the Post called it "a fine drama" with "stunning performances" and Walter Kerr of the Herald Tribune felt he stood before "a sober and handsome monument" that was "enormously impressive" and, of course, "sheer theatre." Exclaimed John Mason Brown, Critic Emeritus...
...slid over into the curvature of his form-fitting mattress and stared pensively at the Dali print which was taped upside down on the ceiling. It didn't seem to inspire him to breakfast. Perhaps, he thought--and the thought chilled him to the quick--this is the Sunday there is no breakfast. Dilworth had not protested when the Administration decided to eliminate breakfast on alternate Sundays. After all, as an empirical fact, he had never known Sunday breakfast ever to exist...
Dilworth ran back to his room, undressed, and flung himself on the bed. As he peered out from his cashmere blanket, waiting for the Lowell House bells to begin, he suddenly thought he understood what had motivated Dali to paint The Last Supper...
...manner of his death was typical of his gentle nature. After he was shot by an anarchist named Leon Czolgosz at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, N.Y., his first thought was of his wife: "Be careful how you tell her." He died eight days later, whispering to his wife: "Nearer, my God, to thee." It was Sept. 14, 1901; McKinley was leaving a violent century that he could not have understood, and that could not be very kind to him in retrospect. At the time, his mourners did not recall his failures but remembered his "firm, unquestioning faith...
...favorite Schnatterer and roamed the classrooms in uncorseted bliss ("She always seemed to like her own fat," a friend later said). She also experimented in what came to be known as automatic writing. This may have inspired her incantatory rhythms and inane repetitions, though Author Brinnin bristles at the thought...