Word: despairingly
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...Toward Despair. Late that afternoon, Kennedy wearily returned to the Ritz, called Jackie and told her for the first time how serious the situation was. Then he made another visit to the hospital, returned to dine alone at the hotel, called before he headed for the hospital again. His brother, Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy, and Kennedy Confidant Dave Powers joined the President there...
...Interests of Justice. Bewildered by the legal proceedings against her, humiliated by the gibes of other park habitues, Mrs. Hanush sank into despair. On the day set for the trial, she put on her best clothes, left a pan of birdseed on her hotel windowsill, and took a bus to San Francisco. She registered at a hotel, and from there she wrote a letter to Lopez. "Thinking about that terrible trial," she wrote, "I could not go on any more. Please continue your noble work. You know as we all know that we are innocent in the whole incident." Then...
...that the artist "must always take into account improvisation." But if a work of art was an object with independent life, it was also a window into the heart. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "The smile of a dying man! The look in the mother's eyes! The embraces of despair! Precious realm of painting! That silent power that speaks at first only to the eyes and then seizes and captivates every faculty of the soul...
Albert Camus was briefly a Communist; later he was considered to be a disciple of Jean Paul Sartre's despairing existentialism. In fact, Camus was an individual who all his life pursued his own hard and lonely path to the truth. He recoiled both from Communism's dictation of how man should behave and from the nihilistic insistence that it did not matter how man behaved. He clung to a faith in the individual man, seeking a formula through which a man could live happily within his tragic limitations without surrendering either to collectivism or to despair...
...Camus, who suffered intermittently from tuberculosis, and he loathed nothing more: "Impossible to exaggerate the ridiculous quality of an event that is normally accompanied by sweating and gurgling. It could not be too far demoted from the sacred status normally attributed to it." But instead of driving him to despair, Camus' awareness of death made him love the life he had even more intensely. He had occasional longings for the permanent and eternal: "Beauty is unbearable . . offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch over the whole of time...