Word: wonder
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...taught, and as his fame grew the Longfellows entertained most of the famous writers in flowering New England-Hawthorne, Lowell, Emerson. Fanny always saw them plain, just as she had once seen Henry. Emerson's fame could not keep her from writing: "Where has his humanity gone, I wonder . . . He is like a ghost to me. I never feel he cares, from his heart, for any human being." As for James Russell Lowell, she noted that shaving off his beard "takes half the poetry from his face...
...sitting in Hayes-Bickford, Mr. Brunner, and you wonder whether that beard-and-sandals across the aisle is real, look to see if he has a smile on his face...
...recommendations, the foundation pushed projects that raised the standards of medical education (and hence, indirectly, of medical practice and public health) in dozens of foreign countries. On his advice, the foundation backed studies that proved the value of sulfanilamide, first of the modern wonder drugs. Thanks to Dr. Gregg's daring, it financed studies on sex, including the late Alfred C. Kinsey's work. It brought to the fore the long-neglected element of human satisfactions in modern, assembly-line industry. Finally, and perhaps most important, Gregg and the foundation crusaded to have mental illness treated...
...Franciscan cloister that sat on the top of a high hill in the land of Spain. "It's a baby!' gasped the friar who found the precious package. He conducted a discreet investigation: "It's a boy!" And he ran to show the others what a wonder had come into their quiet lives. Brother Thomas, the cook, a man as simple and round and solid as Mother Earth, took charge of the situation. The child was crying. Brother Thomas dipped a cloth in water and gave it to him to suck. The crying stopped. Everybody began...
Another touchstone is the mirror, developed by Venetian craftsmen. Observes Mary McCarthy: "The perennial wonder of Venice is to peer at herself in her canals and find that she exists-incredible as it seems. It is the same reassurance that a looking-glass offers us: the guarantee that we are real." In its decay, Venice is frozen in a kind of narcissistic trance with each Venetian "a connoisseur of Venice," and somehow slightly saddening in his obsessive concern with sacred artistic relics...