Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...virginal youth. The view which permeates Getting Married, however, is that sex is an undignified sort of anatomical itch, which nobody of any character would get married in order to scratch. This doctrine does not strengthen the claim of those who hold it on the interest--not to say the credulity--of an audience...
...better to encounter a deadly poisonous snake than a woman," say the Buddhist priests of the Shugen sect, who worship the Eight Dragon God, Hachidai Ryuo, at the temple of Japan's Mount Sanjogatake. For 1,300 years the Shugen monks have seen to it that no female climbed their mountain or entered their Ryusenji Temple. Undisturbed, they practiced their ascetic disciplines-walking barefoot through fires of logs and leaves while reciting sutras, plunging into freezing pools, hanging by their ankles over vertiginous cliffs while confessing their sins. (A favorite fillip of the monks is to dangle novices carelessly...
...When God had finished making the world," say the natives of Mani, "he had a sack of stones left over and he emptied it here." Petroprolific Mani is the middle tine of a twisted three-pronged peninsular fork that jabs into the Mediterranean from Greece's Peloponnesus. About as remote from the 20th century as the people of the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Maniots dwell in a kind of telescopic time capsule that includes Homer but little more than a hint of the Industrial Revolution. Few Maniots read or write. They have no radios, movies or telephones...
...keening womenfolk usher the Maniot out of a harsh world that neither man nor God seemingly made. More a lament for a hero being taken to the underworld than for a Christian going to his reward-even as she makes the sign of the cross, the grieving widow will say, "Charon took him"-the miroloy mirrors in its 16-syllable line the lament of Andromache over the body of Hector. At graveside, the chief mourner's voice becomes a howl of hysteria ("Oh, my warrior! The arch and pillar of our house!"), her hair tumbles in disorder...
...poet, some say, is to live more intensely than other men. By such a definition, Irish Author Lawrence Durrell must live continuously atop a volcano of awareness. His recent four-decker novel of Egypt's Alexandria-which opened with Justine and closed with Clea-is a ferment of emotions and evocations of place that already ranks with the best sensuous and sexual writing of the decade, if not of the century. In it the poet was constantly overriding the novelist and giving an intrinsically imaginative setting and characters a febrile quality that owed more to Durrell's soaring...