Word: devouting
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Johnny's father, a devout Mormon, was very proud of his son's zeal. He always told Johnny that playing winning golf was like climbing a mountain. "It's easy to climb halfway," the father said, "but that is just the beginning. You must learn to never think negative. You can become a professional, but if you want to become a champion, you are going to have to do more." Johnny did. In 1966, when he was 19, Johnny signed up as a caddie for the U.S. Open. Then, thinking positively, he entered the tournament...
...semiliterate French-Canadian orphan named Alfred Bessette, better known as "Brother André, the miracle man of Mount Royal." As a religious brother, Bessette served for 40 years as doorkeeper and handyman of Notre Dame College, a boys' school at the foot of the hill. He was humble, devout and frail, a sufferer from chronic dyspepsia. But he had, it is claimed, miraculous healing powers...
...interesting that in the past fortnight, some of the most anguished comments about "preserving the presidency" have come from liberal Democrats profoundly unsympathetic to Richard Nixon the man but devout believers in the near mystical view of the presidency. They lament "the crippling of the presidency," a "collapse" of the American form of government, etc., etc. Nonsense. The presidency was never meant to be so majestic that it could not accommodate lapses of judgment or even ethics...
Casey's campaign is equipped with the standard props -- cynical Irish father, devout Catholic mother, crazy aunts, WASP college roommates, leftist Jewish professors, a hard-boiled campaign manager, sex-crazed secretaries. Only Casey himself stands out from this familiar array. The first half of the book is a family chronicle of his illness, the second -- after a gap of twenty years -- the story of his race for President. The long hiatus leaves our understanding of Casey hopelessly incomplete...
...wandering aimlessly about in search of an actor to play it." Now that Nasser is dead, now that his successors are gray and conventional, it is the implausible figure of Muammar Gaddafi that has acquired the role of an Arab Parsifal. He is a mere 31 years old, handsome, devout, ardent, even fanatical. "The Arabs need to be told the facts," he is fond of saying. "The Arabs need someone to make them weep, not someone to make them laugh." Nasser once told the young Gaddafi: "You remind me of myself when I was your age." Gaddafi was profoundly moved...