Word: understand
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Johnson." Then he asks: "Don't you think so?" He worries about being liked, he worries about being disliked, and he worries constantly about being understood. "You know," says Pat Brown, "in all the things that have been written about me, nobody's ever captured me. To understand me, you have to understand my life...
...headlines shouted the word. IKE FOR SLOWER INTEGRATION, Said New York's World-Telegram. This was just about the last thing he had meant; what he had obviously wanted to say, as he had said many times before, was that Americans should exercise patient judgment in trying to understand one another's problems. Indeed, just 90 minutes before he went to his press conference, the President had conferred with U.S. Solicitor General J. Lee Rankin. U.S. Legal Spokesman Rankin had told the President, point by point, what he intended to present as the position of the U.S. Government...
...what was in the package in her bag. Asked if she still loved Stepho, Nadia answered that "certainly, my love has faded a bit." Snapped the military prosecutor: "Only faded? Don't you now hate him?" Nadia glanced tenderly at Stepho, replied: "It seems you don't understand love, otherwise you would know that a love of eight years cannot disappear in a moment...
...first of five unsuccessful tries at the America's Cup. Rosy's black-and-white pictures have a style that any yachtsman can spot at a glance: arresting composition, sharp clarity, and most important, an uncanny projection of the yacht's personality. "A yacht photographer must understand the character of a boat-he must see her perform," he explains. "It is my job to do justice to the designer's creation...
...last passages of Lolita, as Humbert waits for the police, he comes to understand the true nature of his crime. He recalls how, on a dark hillside, he heard from below a "vapor of blended voices, majestic and minute . . . divinely enigmatic . . . and then I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord." Thus it was when James Joyce's hero Stephen stood in the school study listening to the voices of boys at play. "That is God,'' said Stephen, "a shout...