Word: woe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ESTABLISHMENT. A fresh band of tart and antic young Britons are sinking satirical switchblades into Richard Nixon, Conrad Hilton, the former Lord Home and other biggish names and isms. Roddy Maude-Roxby is maniacally funny, and fetching Carole Simpson sings songs of 20th century woe with almost Brechtian detachment...
...often that a Mirror rule, which limited him to only one byline a day, has forced him to appear under such pseudonyms as Amos Coggins, Gabriel Prevor, Reg Ovington, Jaime Montdor (Spanish-French for Hymie Goldberg), Robert Benevy and Veigh S. Meer-a phonetic rendition of the Yiddish for "Woe is me." Goldberg rarely has trouble cornering subjects. "When they see me come, all fear vanishes," says he. "There is first my distinguished white hair. Then my baby-blue eyes. Also, most of them are bigger than I am." This disparity in size did not dispel the suspicions...
...nonattachment is the Eightfold Path-right views, right intentions, right speech, right conduct, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, right meditation. The Buddha said nothing about God; no divine judgment, but an inexorable law of cause and effect called dharma determines man's weal or woe...
...with tender indulgence. The majestic agonies of Augustine are followed by the fussy gropings of an alcoholic. The founder of the Quakers, George Fox, has a vision of blood flowing through the streets of Lichfield (where Diocletian slaughtered 1,000 Christians), and strides barefoot through the city, crying: "Woe to the bloody city of Lichfield!" The doughty little evangelist Billy Bray hears the Lord speaking to him. "Worship me with clean lips," the Lord thunders. In ecstasy, Billy stomps on his favorite pipe, muttering solemnly: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
...writer. A taste of Wall Street drove him back to Yale to teach, and at 40 he became one of the university's youngest and most respected full professors. One day in 1950, he lunched in Manhattan with a college-president friend, heard out a tale of woe, and after the meal told his wife: "Thank God we're not in that racket!" The same morning, unknown to him, the Yale Corporation had named Whitney Griswold president, Yale's youngest in modern times...