Word: despairingly
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What Bunuel focuses on is the individual's game with despair. A mad-eyed boy grows madder because some woman runs a comb through her hair. A lady sees a hand, mysteriously unconnected to a body, flip-flopping at her. A man gets off his death-bed to lie quietly on top of anybody who isn't his wife. A collection of private, fairly absurd, moments...
...American eyes, André Maurois was the official, standard model of the perfect Frenchman: urbane, epigrammatic, totally literate and beyond despair. A connoisseur of the senses, he believed that "the world of appearance is the only one we will ever know." While the existentialist crowds stormed intellectual bastilles, he coolly sat down to write in his luxurious apartment overlooking the Bois de Boulogne, carefully dressed for literature (blue serge suit, quiet four-in-hand, expensive leather carpet slippers). An unabashed Anglophile, he became a one-man diplomatic corps to the English-speaking world; from the Anglo-Saxon point of view...
...thoughtful pieces on foreign policy, Royster shows the same sense of measure. He cautions the U.S. to steer a course somewhere between despair and euphoria, to know its limits yet act decisively within them, to be conscious of the gradations of evil in the world without feeling compelled to try to eradicate them all. "A blind faith in total victory," he writes, "can be fatal because it assumes that evil exists in the world only by sufferance, that all it takes to destroy it is godlike power...
...evidence, their impact can be enormous. Whether it will be sufficient now or in the long run no one can possibly foresee. Harvard is not the place upon which to rest a lever that will change the world. Nevertheless there is no need to let pessimism and despair become excuses for avoiding the tasks of reasoned criticism that we can still pursue here. BARRINGTON MOORE, JR. Cities Student Influence...
...contemplating the politics of despair has left you a little ill in mind and heart, if you crave a measure of vicarious escape, I do not direct you to the series of fourteen novels Ross MacDonald has written about Los Angeles private detective Lew Archer. That would be a bit too much like presenting a presurgical patient with Gray's Anatomy by way of light reading...