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doc#105 | Seventh. Bruckner's Eighth he refers to as " | my | travel symphony". He recalled that in California |
doc#105 | Bruno Walter is virtually in retirement and | my | dear friend Dimitri Mitropoulos is no longer |
doc#105 | to have an opinion). I consider it to be | my | job to expose the public to what is being |
doc#105 | exposed to it enough to hazard comments. "As | my | wife puts it", he said, again with a twinkle |
doc#105 | Etruscan tomb. "Both children are musical and | my | wife is a music lover of unfailing instinct |
doc#106 | stimulate interest in broadcasts, I added to | my | opening statement a sentence in which I |
doc#106 | I was far from convinced of the truth of | my | statement, but could not think of anything |
doc#106 | guaranteed when you return", I continued | my | attack. "You must have some security", |
doc#106 | young clerk. </p><p> When I mentioned that for | my | first long voyage I did not even have the |
doc#107 | that "were I arraigned at the bar, and you | my | judge, I should expect to stand or fall |
doc#107 | expect to stand or fall only by the merits of | my | cause". </p><p> All seven recognized that |
doc#107 | His first inaugural address speaks of " | my | country whose voice I can never hear but |
doc#110 | explicitly in his Second Inaugural. </p><p> To | my | knowledge, Lincoln remains the only Head |
doc#111 | way, to commune with drunks, but certainly | my | actions seem to resemble more nearly the |
doc#112 | hour. His letter had suggested we meet at | my | hotel at noon on Sunday, and I came into |
doc#112 | despair nor with nihilism. Could it be that | my | own eyes and ears had deceived me? Is his |
doc#112 | his own words. </p><p> "The confusion is not | my | invention. We cannot listen to a conversation |
doc#112 | have also the inexplicable. The key word in | my | plays is 'perhaps`". </p><p> Given a theological |
doc#112 | Once I had a religious emotion. It was at | my | first Communion. No more. My mother was |
doc#112 | . My mother was deeply religious. So was | my | brother. He knelt down at his bed as long |