Word: utterness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...real writer, no matter how vague his ultimate aims, is gifted with a shrewd eye for anything that threatens his movements, so that when he meets an obstacle--marriage, debt the army--he will either elude it with great tact or pass through it in a spirit of utter disregard. I doubt there was ever a genuine author who blamed the landscape for his failure. It is only after his heart has left him that he seeks excuses, and then he resorts to them with a relish that most of us save for deep shade on a hot day. Mother...
...discover these large designs, Commager had to pay infinite attention himself to Horace's constant changes in tone, and to his continual use of literary convention as a mask. In a single poem of thirty odd lines, Horace may shift many times between elegiac intensity and utter detachment. The pleasure of reading Horace is the pleasure of sensing these transitions; Commager has smoothed the road to Elysium...
...masterpiece, and for those of us who know and love Earth, he has assuredly succeeded, in spite of the complexity of Earth's many images, in drawing clearly a portrait of Earth as a Christian man whose religious personality leaves one of the finest memories of utter charm and humanity...
...teachers have borrowed much of their religious vocabulary from existentialism and from Harvard's Paul Tillich. Talk at the community is dense with jargon-the "over-againstness" of God, the "Christ-Event," "gatheredness" and "scatteredness." From the late Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the community has taken the Christian's utter commitment to life. Man, according to Austin Experimenter James Wagener, "gets cosmic permission to live out his life as a guilty man." God, says Wagener, "deflates our balloons, collapses our dreams, crushes our illusions," but ultimately calls man to belief-and to work in the world as a believer...
Mouth of Hell. Some planes followed the first wave on its wrong course, others plunged on toward Ploesti. Over the target, there was utter confusion. Planes roared in over the city from all different directions, often had to swerve to avoid head-on collisions. German gunners laid a curtain of flak over the refineries; Liberators flying lower than factory smokestacks were buffeted by exploding oil storage tanks. Luftwaffe Messerschmitts buzzed around the sheets of flame to pick off the disorganized and wounded bombers. Said a survivor: "We were dragged through the mouth of hell...