Word: tormenting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Hollow, yes, like my mind. Dark, long thoughts envelop my brain fibres; the process of thinking is one constant torment, one anguish that has no end nor beginning. I'm not saying anything, foolish person; I am only feeling, feeling the pits of despondecy...
...same time peopled with characters who are all amateur philosophers as well as men of action, who expound their beliefs, analyze themselves and the contemporary world in ringing phrases as they commit murder, double-cross each other, go down racked with disease, vice, unspeakable spiritual torment. Readers may question the allegorical significance of Author Prokosch's tale, may feel that his situations are too farfetched to be credible. But they are likely to admit that his people are real human beings, that his mountains are really cold, his deserts really hot enough to cause camels...
...hero with most emphasis on his picturesque frontier experiences, his difficulties in England and France, little emphasis on his harsh discouragements. Its high point deals with Audubon's awakening ambitions in the South. The dramatic bird life of Louisiana, where adroit and playful mockingbirds chase dogs and torment cats, while sparrows look on in excitement', enchanted Audubon. There he conceived his great and precious folios of the Birds of America that are now collectors' rarities valued at $10,000. He painted woodpeckers, flycatchers, studied the chuck-will's-widow that moves its eggs if they...
...colony. Years ago he went out as a member of a Salvation Army junket, returned convinced that the prison colony was not only a stain on French prestige and a heavy check on the development of Guiana, but a needless expense. To support some 6,000 prisoners in torment the French Government must pay about 15,870,000 francs ($1,050,000) a year...
...cushioned seats from my car, made a bed for her in the shadow of her Ford, dumbly helped her as best I could. As she met her fate upon that parched and mournful road-blanched, haggard, disheveled and robbed of all beauty, biting her hands and gasping in torment, but brave as she moaned and whispered a pitiful challenge: "I won't die! I won't die! Oh, let me have my baby!"-all strength within me fled and I wept from helplessness and pity. Chilled by the memory of that scene of dust and anguish...