Word: weepingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Life-insurance salesmen are generally of as generous (they always pick up the tab when they are trying to sell something), compassionate (no one would weep more bitterly should a client die) and patient to a fault (they never take no for an answer). Yet recent events suggest that beneath those Jekyll-like exteriors lie rather tough Hydes...
...Only because I wept so for John Kennedy, I have not enough tears to weep for Bobby Kennedy, for Martin Luther King, for the young men in Viet Nam, for the poor, for President Johnson and those others who today bear such heavy burdens and who, while still living, suffer character assassination. Or to weep for those of us who mistake anarchy for dissent and free speech or violence for justice...
...Time for Weeping. Without going as far as the Inquirer, other commentators declared that the McGinniss kind of reaction was indeed overdone. "Some psychologists," wrote New York Times Columnist Tom Wicker, "believe that the 'sick society' idea is a sort of American defense mechanism; these dreadful things having happened, some Americans are anxious to regain their self-regard and the respect of others, and therefore hurry to accept the responsibility for awful events." It may be, agreed David Broder in the Washington Post, that the wave of assassinations heralds a "social breakdown," but it "seems...
Iron Mike, Punchy and the rest of the gang back at Stillman's Gym will never believe it, but Willie the Weep McGinnity has become a bullfighting fan. It is only a month or so since Myra, Willie's old lady, dragged him off to Spain ("Willie," she said, "you hit the twin double for four big ones and you expect me to go to the Catskills again?"), but already he has seen three bullfights. The first time Willie went because Myra was out shopping, and it was the only wheel in Madrid. When he got back...
...Been Gone rambles like a milk train over the same run that Baldwin covered in Another Country, creaks over the same hard ground, sounds the same blast about the Negro's condition, rattles the same rationale for homosexuality: "My terrible need to lie down, to breathe deep, to weep long and loud, to be held in human arms, almost any human arms, to hide my face in any human breast, to tell it all, to let it out, to be brought into the world, and, out of human affection, to be born again...