Mr Jennings's book is rich in fond hopes and improbable ventures.
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And my hope is still that if the evidence continues to mount against it, populists and other sincere Trumpists will realize their mistake, and let Trump be Trump in the truest sense — which means letting go of fond hopes, and recognizing that the Trump revolution was always foredoomed by the qualities of man who promised he would lead it.
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He began each day's entry with a resume of the day's military and political news. Thacker notes: "Goebbels was already aware that his diary constituted a remarkable historical document, and entertained fond hopes of reworking it at some future stage for further publication, devoting hours to each day's entry." The involvement of a stenographer, however, meant that the diaries were no longer entirely secret, and they became less frank about personal matters. By November 1944 it was evident to Goebbels that Germany was going to lose the war.
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General elections were held in Nicaragua to elect a president, half of the deputies and 1/3 of the senators of the National Congress of Nicaragua on 5 October 1924. When the President Diego Manuel Chamorro died in office on 12 October 1923 Vice-President Bartolomé Martínez, a representative of the anti- Chamorrista wing of the Conservative faction, took over the office. Martínez bitterly opposed Emiliano Chamorro Vargas’s desire to return to the presidency. Martínez thus turned to the Liberals to forge a coalition that might thwart the caudillo’s fond hopes for a second presidential term”.
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Several poems by Milne, and several illustrations by E. H. Shepard, feature Anne and Christopher, notably "Buttercup Days", in which their relative hair colours (brown and golden blond) and their mutual affection is noted (the illustration to this latter poem, from Now We Are Six, also features the cottage at Cotchford Farm). To Alan and Daphne Milne, Anne was and remained to her death the Rosemary that Christopher wasn't, and Daphne long held fond hopes that Anne and Christopher would marry. In 1925, Milne's father bought Cotchford Farm, near the Ashdown Forest in East Sussex. Though still living in London, the family would spend weekends, Easter, and summer holidays there.
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As John Wooten argued, that canto in Orlando contains a summarizing critique of Dante's entire Comedy—a descent into Hell, followed by an ascent to a mountain top (Dante's Earthly Paradise) and a flight to the moon: "with the greatest ironic debunking, the moon ... is Ariosto's allegorical substitute for the complex theology and metaphysics of Dante's Paradiso".Wooten 745. In turn, Milton's Paradise of Fools builds on Ariosto's mock version of Dante's Comedy, but adds a specifically anti- Catholic aspect by making fun of hermits, friars, Dominicans, Franciscans—those equipped with "Reliques, Beads, / Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls". Central is the punishment of vanity; it is the place for "all things transitory and vain, when Sin / With vanity had fill'd the works of men: / Both all things vain, and all who in vain things / Built thir fond hopes of Glory or lasting fame" (III.446-49).
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And views its circling current sweep, In constant journey, to the deep; Emblem of man, whose ceaseless wave Is rolled to that dark gulf, the grave! When starry evening pours her ray, And mellows all the landscape gay; These bowers so formed by nature's care, Receive the constant, plighted pair, Whose hearts are one, by feeling blent; Whose souls (entwined each ligament) Have breathed that vow which, heard on high, E'en angels witness in the sky:- Elate with joy, with rapture warm, They gather every passing charm; And o'er the future, spread each flower Which hope can cull from fancy's bower; And fondly view their years bestrewed With roseate bliss and halcyon good. Ah! Reckless they what griefs assail, When bleak misfortune blows her gale:- Affections crushed by wasting Death, The eye bedimmed, and gasped the breath; Beauty's bright form to dust returned, And life's fond hopes with her enurned; A solitary mourner's tread Is heard o'er mansions of the dead; The sad spectator of mankind, Who lives without one joy behind. But see, a gayer scene inspires, Where love illumes his brightest fires; And keener points his polished dart, To carry captive all the heart.
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