Word: deadness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wandering sadhus or holy men (80% reputed to be frauds) who live in idleness. These and the leaden weight of superstition and ignorance make of Indian life, in Nehru's despairing words, "a sluggish stream, living in the past, moving slowly through the accumulations of dead centuries...
...daylight before any organized rescue work could get under way, as helicopter crews from the French carrier La Fayette (once the U.S. carrier Langley) joined gendarmes, soldiers and dazed survivors in searching for the dead and missing. It was not easy work: from the broken stump of the dam to the sea, a great syrupy sludge of mud coated the valley. National Route 7, the main highway from Paris to Nice and Cannes, ended in a mangle of smashed houses and trees and trucks. A mile of the main railroad tracks linking Paris with the Riviera was uprooted. Most appalling...
...While "high tragedy requires an heroic alternative rejected," pathos emerges from a feeling that no alternatives exist. To say that "God is dead," as Nietzsche did, is tragic, because if He were alive He could save us. But to declare that God is absent is a "weary dismissal of all alternatives...
Forest Lawn is a cemetery in which nobody calls a spade a spade. Here the loss of life is known as "leavetaking," a corpse is "the loved one" or "the revered clay," the dead are merely "out of sight." Here 1,500,000 visitors a year wander, secure in the knowledge that they can avoid seeing a tombstone; graves, marked only with bronze plaques set level with the ground, are clustered in such consoling sites as Sunrise Slope, Slumberland, Resthaven, Sweet Memories, Everlasting Love. Infants are buried in Babyland, which is "shaped like a mother's heart," and Lullabyland...
...rundown cemetery near Los Angeles. One day in 1917, as Eaton surveyed his "depressing patches of devil grass, straggling untidy pepper trees [and] grim granite headstones," he was seized with a thrilling vision of "a great park, devoid of [the] customary signs of earthly death," where the dead might, in the biographer's prose, have "a beautiful passage to eternal life," a place, said Eaton, "where lovers new and old shall love to stroll and watch the sunset glow...