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...wonder if the American voter will not say on Nov. 7: "As [Kefauver] loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew...
...this initial stage, they will eventually come cordially to loathe each other. At this point the patient begins to look "old, hard, spiteful and evil" and uses every instrument in her power short of tears to establish dominion over the analyst. (True to the medieval belief that witches cannot weep, Stein has never seen the loathsome woman shed a tear.) Alternately sadistic and seductive, Dr. Stein's hag patients sometimes invited him to manhandle them, and sometimes circled his chair in "increasingly narrow circles," reminiscent of the legendary tracks dancing hags described on the grass. One disturbing result...
...mother's death," writes the bishop, "when she was four and a half, she admits that she became reserved, timid and inclined to weep without cause. At six, she 'enjoyed' melancholy. At eleven, her sister, Pauline, her second mother, entered [the Carmelite order], A serious nervous breakdown resulted, with fits of catalepsy, hallucinations and delusions. Treatment failed; she did not recognize her own sister. A cure came suddenly when the statue of our Lady smiled at her. The propensity to tears and headache continued; she loved to be alone. At twelve, scruples set in; black moods followed...
...miners were still entombed. Perhaps that first day some still clung to life in small holes and alcoves, somehow fending off the flames, floods and noxious gases from the fires high above them. No one knew. Above ground, great searchlights showed up huddles of women now too tired to weep, their babies asleep with their toys. "Coal Mining! Not even the devil would do it!" one old man croaked hoarsely, when morning broke once more across Belgium's Bitter Heart...
Choking back a thousand tears, a thousand mortar-boarded seniors will "draw near" the commencement platform today, and officially end the grandeur that was college. One of those thousand tears, however, will not be restrained. I shall weep unashamedly, for I know the future is black. For all of us, the prospects of summer and fall, 1956, have more threat than promise. In several weeks or months, the majority of us will be in one of three forms of inexpressible pain...