Anxiety

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• From A Greek-English Lexicon (Liddell-Scott) (1957)

  παρασκευαστικός, 7, Oy, skilled in providing, τινος Xen. Mem. 3. 1, 6, Arist. Virt. et Vit. 2, 1; π. ἡδονῆς, λύπης causing it, Theophr. Char. 5 and 19; νόσου Alcmae. ap. Stob. t. 1ΟΙ. 2. 2. absol. preparatory, Galen.: τὸ π. the signal for making ready (to march). Dio C. 47. 43- παρασκευαστός, dv, that can be provided or procured, Plat. Prot. 319 B, 324 C. παρασκευή, ἡ, preparation, δείπνου Hdt. 9. 82; παρασκευὴν σίτου προαγγέλλειν to order corn to be prepared, Id. 3. 25; ἡ τῆς τροφῆς π. Plat. Rep. 369 E, etc. ; 7. νεῶν Ar. Ach. 190; ἐν τούτῳ παρασκευῆς ἦσαν in this state of preparation, Thuc. 2. 17 :—preparation, practice, as of a speaker preparing his speech, Isocr. 43 C, Lys. 127.7, Xen. Mem. 4. 2,6; π. ἐπί τι Plat. Gorg. 513 D; 97. τῆς πραγματείας Polyb. 3.26,5; i.g. mpo- κατασκευή in I. 13, 7. b. with Preps., ἐκ παρασκευῆς of set purpose, by arrangement, Lat. ex instituto, Antipho 143. 33, Lys. 189. 34; μάχη ἐγένετο ἐκ π. a pitched battle, Thuc. 5. 56; so, ἀπὸ παρασκευῆς Id. 1. 1333 ἀπὸ π. οὐδεμιᾶς Antipho 132. 5; δι᾿ ὀλίγης παρασκευῆς at short notice, off-hand, Thuc. 4.8; τὸ ναυτικὸν ἐν π. ἦν Id. 2.80; ἦσαν ἐν π. πολέμου were engaged in preparing for it (cf. κατασκευή), Id. 8. 14, cf. Hdt. 7.18; ἐν παρασκευῇ εἶναι Arist. Rhet. 2. 5,6; μετὰ παρασκευῆς Id. Rhet. Al. 5, 4; ἄνευ παρασκευῆς Plat. Epist. 326 A. 2. a providing, procuring, φίλων καὶ οὐσίας Plat. Rep. 361 B; ὑγιείας σώματι 7. Id. Legg. 962 A: a way or means of providing, Tis. . τέχνη τῆς T. TOU μηδὲν ἀδικεῖσθαι ; Id. Gorg. 510E; bu’ εἶναι τὰς π. ἐπὶ τὸ θεραπεύειν Ib. 513 D;—so, in Eur. Bacch. 457, λευκὴν .. χροιὰν ἐς παρασκευὴν ἔχεις seems to mean for the furtherance of your object, i.e. to seduce, v. Herm. ad 1. 3. preparation, an intrigue or cabal, for the purpose of gaining a verdict or carrying a measure, Cratin. Πυτιν. 4, Antipho 138. 37, Andoc. 1. 1, Dem., etc. ; cf. παρασκευάζω B. I. 2, παράταξις 11. II. that which is prepared, equipage, Lat. apparatus, πλοῦτοί τε Kal πᾶσα ἡ τοιαύτη π. Plat. Rep. 495 A, cf. Xen. Cyr. 8. 3, 14. 2. often in military sense (v. supr. I. I), az armament, Andoc. 14. 28, Thuc. 6. 31, Xen.; ἵπποι καὶ ὅπλα καὶ ἡ ἄλλη π. Thuc. 2. 100, cf. 5. 17; γίγνεσθαι τὰς παρασκευὰς ἐποίησα 1 got the arma- ments ready for service, Dem. 260. 19; ai πρὸς πόλεμον π. Arist. Rhet. 2. EZ Os 3. generally, power, means, Thuc. 1. 1: means of defence, Arr. Epict. 1. 2, 30, cf. 2. 19, 30, Plut. 2. 961 C :—on its difference, in this sense, from κατασκευή, v. Arnold Thue. 1. Io., 8. 5, and cf. παρα- σκευάζω I. 1. III. among the Jews, the day of Preparation, before the sabbath of the Passover, Ev. Marc. 15. 42, Jo. 19.

• From Synanon Kid: Book One: A Memoir of Growing Up in the Synanon Cult

  She’d tell me in her husky voice that I was her best friend and she would give the thing back to me later, but she never did. I was enamored of her and hated her at the same time. It seemed that I could eventually be talked into anything that was self-deprecating. My personal boundaries were like a knee-high fence that anyone could step over. “We dare you to try it.” I shook my head and shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “Oh, come on.” “No. I don’t want to.” A group of us kids stood in a ditch by some scraggly bushes. Charlie, Carla and Amy huddled around a new boy called Daniel and me, with mean little smiles and squinty eyes. Just before they’d shown up, Daniel and I had been talking amicably. The three girls had whistled at us as they’d approached. “Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” Charlie called out. I felt my skin grow warm as they closed in around us. I shot Daniel a look, but his face was as innocent and defenseless as a calf’s. He hadn’t been around these other children long enough to harden up. “Leave us alone,” I growled. “Ooh! You want to be alone? Are you gonna kiss, kiss, kiss?” Charlie pushed her face into mine. Her smile was gone. The meanness traveled from her lips to her eyes. “Shut up,” I hissed. “Fucking bitch.” She pulled her face back and the smile returned. “I’ll give you something if you both pull down your pants and let your things touch.” Daniel’s cheeks blazed, and I felt sorry for him. Although he and I were both eight, he seemed much younger than the rest of us. I also knew he was embarrassed about a previous incident: when we’d been naked in the shower, he had asked me if he could give me a hug. I had said no. Why we’d been showering together will forever remain a mystery to me. The other two girls had grown quiet. “No,” I repeated. I felt trapped. “Carla, show her your markers,” Charlie said. Carla looked doubtful as she held out the plastic book of Pentel markers. I took the book and snapped it open, staring at the extensive array of colors. They were dazzling. One of my favorite hobbies was drawing girls and coloring them, or I would make a loopy, scribbled mess with a pencil, then color all the parts with different shades. It would be nice to have some Pentels. I only had access to crayons. The girls waited. Daniel said, “I’ll do it.” I handed the package of pens back to Carla. “Nah. I don’t think so.” “We won’t tell,” Charlie said in a hushed voice. “We’ll make it a blood secret.” I didn’t want to do what they’d asked, yet I found myself saying, “You won’t tell? And I can have the pens?” “Yeah. I swear,” Charlie said.

• From Synanon Kid: Book One: A Memoir of Growing Up in the Synanon Cult

  Sara while trying to ignore the possible calamity I saw barreling toward us. Several hours later, the meet and greet was over. We stepped out into the murky San Francisco night and walked to our car, the cold air like tiny sharp needles pricking the skin on my face. On the drive back to Santa Clara, Ray said, “I’m not sure about Kerista.” “We won’t join any of the groups right away. Only if we are a good fit,” Theresa said with emphasis, reiterating what I supposed the Kerista people had told them in the meeting. “We will live in our own place for a while and get to know people. Then, if there is an interest for us to join a group, we would all have to agree that we would want to marry each other. Nobody will be forced into anything.” She explained all of this calmly, but her tone held a note of determination, which left no room for a differing opinion. She did not ask Ray why he wasn’t sure. Ray cleared his throat and pulled his shoulders up to his ears, leaning toward the steering wheel as he picked up speed on the freeway. “What about that place in LA?” I asked. I liked the idea of going to LA, as it was where I came from originally, and I would have a chance to see my father, whom I had only seen twice in five years. “We’re going to the Summit Lighthouse after we visit the University of the Trees,” Theresa reminded me. “I really have a good feeling about the University of the Trees,” Ray said, sounding more relaxed. I groaned inwardly, hoping he wouldn’t for the umpteenth time tell the story about running into one of the members of the University of the Trees in the public restroom, and striking up a conversation about vitamins, health, and a green powder called spirulina. Ray had told all of us multiple times about the spirulina superfood, a blue-green algae that had been around for millions of years. According to Ray and everyone else at The University of the Trees, in the near future, spirulina would knock out cancer. The algae was already known for weight loss, detox, improving mental function, and basically curing most anything that could go wrong with a person’s health. Ray’s conversation with one of

• From Synanon Kid: Book One: A Memoir of Growing Up in the Synanon Cult

  us go.” “But they’re our parents.” Sara’s dark eyes, ringed by a faint purplish shadow, met mine. Her face was pale and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days. “So, it doesn’t matter if they’re our parents or not. They can keep us here if they want, and Ray and Theresa can’t do anything about it.” After a few hours, I left her room and wandered in a daze to a nearby play area atop a knoll, where a rope swing hung from a sturdy branch of a large oak tree. It was in use and several kids waited their turn. I stood and watched as the girl on the swing, Erica, flew high, whooshed back and zipped forward again in a wide arc. As she flew forward, she yelled, “Go away, Celena! We don’t want you here. We can’t wait for you to leave.” The swing slowed, and another girl steadied Erica so she could jump off the seat. Erica was short for her age and had to stand on tiptoe to whisper into her friend’s ear. They both laughed and looked at me. I walked back down the little hill and to the dorms. At night I lay awake, my thoughts spinning. I tried to soothe myself with the idea that they couldn’t really keep us. Then the soft whisper —yes, they can—would stir up the panic I was trying to keep in check. I’ll write to my dad, I thought. What can he do? I asked myself. I’ll find that farmer that helps runaways. To the forefront of my mind appeared Chris Water’s face: that strange pinched look he’d had, his eyes full of a seriousness that had never been part of his personality. There were older kids who wanted to escape, but we were all trapped here. “Did you know that the entrances to the properties are manned by some of the Imperial Marines with guns?” My skin felt icy numb as I remembered our conversation. I shifted my pillow one way, moved it another. They could come for any one of us and throw us into the slug camps. “No one tells you anything. You don’t know you’re going to camp, and just like that you disappear.” My mind wouldn’t shut off. I couldn’t sleep, so I stared at the

• From Synanon Kid: Book One: A Memoir of Growing Up in the Synanon Cult

  The woman’s gaze flicked over us, a pinched look of irritation replacing her carefree smile. “We’re having an afternoon off,” she snapped. “It’s not our job to look after you.” “Yes, but we’re lost,” I said. A fluttery panic rose up inside me. “That’s not our problem,” the woman said. “Don’t bother us anymore.” With that, they walked away. The three of us stood there, deflated, watching them walk down another street until they disappeared into the crowd. “Come on,” Lacy said. “We’ll go back the way we came on that cable car. I think the house is in that direction.” An hour later we were no closer to our destination. We caught another bus and then got off, aimlessly walking the hilly streets, looking at the different buildings. Another hour went by. The buildings looked rundown. The people wore shabbier clothes. Cars whizzed by. We pulled closer together when an emaciated man in greasy, ragged clothing staggered by, his red watery eyes fixated on us. On the other side of the street, two tough- looking men with bandannas on their heads strutted ahead of us. The neighborhood appeared more desolate than the streets near the pier. Tired and grumpy, Lacy suddenly whipped around and ordered me to walk faster. The cold air stung my cheeks as an ashy twilight descended. Drivers turned on their headlights. I ducked my head, counting the wide cracks in the sidewalk to distract myself from the nagging thought that we might remain lost. What would we do now that it was almost night? A horn blared, catching our attention, and a car pulled up alongside us just as we were about to round a corner. Three muscular black men with shiny bald heads sat in the vehicle grinning at us. Although their heads were shaved, we knew immediately that they were not from our community. They had a casual demeanor and exuded a kind of foreign vibe that all non-Synanon people exhibited. The passenger rolled down his window, and the driver leaned over to talk with us.

• From Synanon Kid: Book One: A Memoir of Growing Up in the Synanon Cult

  “Hey, I’m talking to you, asshole!” an attacker shouted, trying to bring the level back up. I rubbed at my eyes and looked at the girl on the hot seat, waiting for her reply. She hadn’t moved or even blinked. “Are you listening?” The demonstrator shook her. Eyes open, sleep had found her anyway. She let out a low mournful whimper. “I want to go to bed. Oh, God, I want to go to bed.” “Shut up! We’re in a stew. Carla said you aren’t keeping your room tight.” Her mouth hung open, her eyes stayed glassy. “My room,” she whispered, trying to follow. Another kid jumped in to help steer things around, bring us back from the dead. “Your room? You’re a pig! When I lived with you, I was always getting in trouble.” I blinked again. Jesus. My neck felt like it was going to snap off. How many more hours till the sun came up? We played endlessly. Those who dozed were slapped awake. “Play the game! Play the fucking game!” Hallucinations of dark shapes clouded my vision. When I closed my eyes for a blessed moment of rest, an electric static raged behind my lids. We were finally sent to our beds at six in the morning, yet I couldn’t sleep. I lay exhausted in my bed, my body humming and crackling, beyond fatigue. DURING A ROUTINE BACK-TO-BASICS, I was assigned to help Theresa in the laundry room as well as babysit three three-year-olds. Back and forth I carted mounds of linens in a large, square-shaped laundry basket on wheels. I loaded the basket with dirty sheets and then piled the small children on top, pushing my heavy load to the laundry room, where Theresa continuously folded when she was not loading or

• From Synanon Kid: Book One: A Memoir of Growing Up in the Synanon Cult

  spending too much time with their offspring, based on Chuck’s distorted view that parental influence psychologically poisoned children. I discovered an example of a sleeping arrangement for a B-FIC in a different Kerista booklet. It was not unlike trying to figure out a complicated subway schedule. The women appeared to stay in the same rooms and were visited by their different husbands according to some hierarchy of who came to the commune when. The husbands bed hopped every night to the different rooms, and it appeared that some of the wives resided in different buildings. I set the schedule down after getting lost on the second week in the month and stared at Sara, biting my lip. She sat in a corner by herself, her knees drawn up, clutching an Archie comic. Her short, dark hair was slick and straight on some parts of her head, but rose up spiky in other sections. Still flat chested, with a husky build, her body was a curve-less block of musculature that contained a wide waist extending to straight hips, and on down to thick, stout legs. She looked very much like a boy, only she wore a drawstring blouse and bright yellow pants, one of two pairs that she owned in her sparse wardrobe. In two years Sara would be sixteen. Did that mean she might end up married to someone like Jud? I swiped at the beads of sweat that broke out across the bridge of my nose. Would I be forced to marry all these people in a few years? I scanned the room and my eyes alighted on Theresa, fitting in perfectly; she even wore a green bandana on her head. I watched her nod in agreement to something someone said. Ray sat next to her, clearing his throat and shifting his body in a fidgety way, a sign that he felt uncomfortable. Theresa had been talking about Kerista since I was seven. Once, while still in Synanon, we had secretly visited the community. At the time I was too young to care or understand the possible ramifications. Now that I was eleven, I could see what a disaster this might be. We had finally managed to leave Synanon behind, only to possibly get sucked into another insulated, eccentric cult. I spent the rest of the evening reading and trading Archie comics with

• From Lit: A Memoir (2009)

  One of the city’s signature food items is a slablike whitefish devoid of the southern paprika and varicolored peppers that might make such a thing edible. Even its basketball team is thick with knobby-jointed midwestern farm boys whose pasty torsos evoke the aforementioned fish. Nobody ever wants me to have any fun. What’s the big deal? Ow, she says. This is payback for all those Tonette permanents you scalded my ears off with. Mother tries to catch Warren’s eyes in the rearview, saying, Warren, you’ve gotta come to Texas and see the pictures, of your wife. Do you think I look bad? You got in the back so quick I couldn’t see you, he says. His eyes are fixed on the lights of Boston. Master of diplomacy, I say. A compliment, this is, since—without such detachment—I still get whiplash from my own family’s turbulence. Warren, can you hand me my purse? she says. I’ll find the Shalimar. Can we stop and buy some Visine? I say. And some mouthwash, maybe? It’ll make us late, he says. And I need some cigarettes, Mother says, rummaging through her purse. She stops suddenly and looks at me. She touches her mother’s cameo at my neck, saying, I’d like to paint you like this. The road’s lights steamroll over us. I can see the sweat break out on Warren’s temples as I beg him to stop, though he hates being late. I’ve mostly tamped down Mother’s ash-white hair, and I’m using my fingers to comb through its natural waves, saying, You do have the best cheekbones, Mother. I can’t tell if there are tears in her eyes or she’s just high as she says, I don’t want to go if I’m gonna embarrass you. Warren pulls up outside a bodega and leaves us in the puffing car. Seeing his runner’s form in the unfamiliar structure of a suit brings a surge of ardor. Soon as he’s out of sight, Mother says, Harold and I share a glass of wine every now and then, when we go out dancing—Harold being the somewhat prissy young man of color hired to help care for Daddy. This gives me a sick feeling in my chest. I look toward the door Warren disappeared through, his presence an antivenin to the snakebite of Mother’s disarray. Our family’s so inadequately small compared to the profligate Whitbreads. My own daddy’s so out of things, he probably doesn’t actually know I’m getting married. Inside, I keep trying to squash down the image of my blear-eyed daddy, since a buried part of me longs for him to be reborn all tall and sober, to loop my arm in his, to wrap my hand on his biceps, then squire me to Warren’s side. A father walks his daughter down the aisle. Such a wholly unoriginal wish could dismantle me if I permit myself to dip into it. In my head, I shoo it off like an insect.

• From Lit: A Memoir (2009)

  Right before Easter, as our church gears up to baptize and confirm newcomers, I’m still—metaphorically speaking—staring down from the airplane door, wondering whether my parachute will open if I step out. At one point Toby asks me, Why haven’t you taken communion at any of the churches you’ve visited when you travel? Those priests don’t know if you’re Catholic or not. The idea shocks me, and I say so. Why not? He has a mischievous grin on his face. That would defile the Sacrament, insult the belief of all those people in church who’re committed to the faith. So, he says, that is sacred to you? It was, is. In the end, no white light shines out from the wounds of Christ to bathe me in His glory. Faith is a choice like any other. If you’re picking a career or a husband—or deciding whether to have a baby—there are feelings and reasons pro and con out the wazoo. But thinking it through is—at the final hour—horse dookey. You can only try it out. Not choosing baptism would make me feel half-assed somehow, like a dilettante—scared to commit to praising a force I do feel is divine—a reluctance grown from pride or because the mysteries are too unfathomable. In the back of a dark church on Holy Saturday, I sit between Dev and Toby. In the pews, everybody holds an unlit candle, and the priest comes in with the altar’s mega-candle. Stopping at the back row, he touches its taper to the charred filament on either side of the aisle. The flame’s passed one to another until we’re all holding fire in our hands. Not long after, Walt calls after a longish silence. He’d been nursing Shirley through her long battle with cancer. And other than seeing them at their son’s wedding, I’d been in scant touch till her death. On the phone, I tell him how—in conference with an obstreperous student—I was about to snap at the kid when it dawned on me that he was Huck Finn. See, I say on the phone, how I’m still channeling you? How is finding Huck Finn in your office channeling me? Don’t you remember telling me that unless you knew what was in my head, you couldn’t get Ernst Cassirer in there? Knowing the kid was Huck Finn let him be who he was with me. I remember reading Cassirer with you. And that little rat you took care of after she’d had her babies? There were so many of them, he says. I tell him how my students keep shape-shifting into characters from novels. A shy, disheveled farm kid was the young stable boy Wart about to pull a sword from a stone and become a king. A flushed sorority girl who hung a ball gown in a dry cleaner’s bag from my doorjamb while she spoke transformed into flushed young Kitty hoping to dance the mazurka in Anna Karenina. You’re one of the big reasons I believe in God.

• From Lit: A Memoir (2009)

  2 The Mother of Invention If Jesus had said to her before she was born, “There’s only two places available to you. You can either be a [n-word] or you can be white- trash,” what would she have said? “Please. Jesus, please,” she would’ve said, “just let me wait until there’s another place available.” —Flannery O’Connor, “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” Mother’s yellow station wagon slid like a Monopoly icon along the gray road that cut between fields of Iowa corn, which was chlorophyll green and punctuated in the distance by gargantuan silver silos and gleaming, unrusted tractors glazed cinnamon red. Mother told me how the wealth of these farmers differed from the plight of the West Texas dirt farmers of her Dust Bowl youth, who doled out mortgaged seed from croker sacks. But because I was seventeen and had bitten my cuticles raw facing the prospect of fitting in at the private college we’d reach that night—which had accepted me through some mixture of pity and oversight—and because I was split-headed with the hangover Mother and I had incurred the night before, sucking down screwdrivers in the unaptly named Holiday Inn in Kansas City, I told Mother something like, Enough already about your shitty youth. You’ve told me about eight million times since we pulled out of the garage. She asked me if we had any more of the peaches we’d bought in Arkansas. We got peaches galore, I said. The car was fragrant with the bushels of fruit we’d been wolfing for two days while our bowels grumbled. I picked through the soft bottom peaches for an unbruised one to hand her. I asked, Wasn’t that the name of some famous stripper, Peaches Galore? Pussy Galore, I believe, Mother said. She bit the peach with a zeal that made me cringe, as did her cavalier use of the word pussy, though I myself used it with alacrity. To look at her behind the wheel, with the mess she could make of a peach, appalled me. She was so primordial. She had to wipe the juice off her chin with the back of her hand. Out the window, legions of neat corn about to tassel announced a severe order I longed to enter into, one that would shut out the sprawling chaos of Mother. She tapped her cup of watery ice, saying, I could use a little dollop of vodka in there. The cup was in its sandbagged holder on the bump in the car floor next to her streamlined legs in exercise sandals. And if, as Samuel Johnson said, everyone has the face they deserve at fifty, Mother must have paid some demon off, for despite her wretched habits, her face looked amazing at her half century—with her shock of salt-and-pepper hair, pale skin, and fine features. She said, Don’t look at me that way. We got up at five. It’s cocktail hour by our schedule. We got any more ice?

• From Lit: A Memoir (2009)

  13 Homesick ...Mind like a floating white cloud, Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing. —Li Po, “Taking Leave of a Friend” (trans. Ezra Pound) Two years after the wedding—five years after we met—Warren meets my invalid daddy on a summer day when the humid Texas air is saturated from the local oil refineries with a fluorocarbon stench that could peel paint. It’s their sole encounter. I lead Warren into the urine-drenched air of Daddy’s nursing home with a bluster I don’t feel, hugging the nurses on duty as if we’re long lost sorority sisters. But inside, I’m ashiver with anxiety. For what? What could I expect to go right or wrong between two men with such gulfs between them and such silence inside them—Warren bred to it, Daddy broken to it. Amid the other patients in the dayroom, Daddy is sitting with a thin pink blanket over his legs when we walk up. When he sees me, his face tries to brighten, but the dead half of it hangs down. He’s shaking his head with a stiff, persistent fraction of a smile. Truly, he’s a man split in half, neither fully dead nor fully alive. His eyes are black as a crow’s, though, and they sparkle and go wet when he sees me. Mur, he says, Murr. That’s right, I say It’s Mary. I kiss his whiskery neck, asking does he want me to shave him before I leave. But he doesn’t register the offer—a relief, since I whinge at inflicting the slightest razor nick. His good hand grabs my left hand, grips it with the old iron he had in my youth. I stand next to him while Warren waits off to the side. A little old lady in cat’s eye glasses with hair woven atop her head wheels up to me. She says, Are you his wife? No, ma’am, I say, wondering if maybe Mother doesn’t visit as often as she’s told us, else this old bird was also too out of things to remember Mother. His sweetheart? No, ma’am, I say. I’m his daughter. Thank goodness, she says. I’m his girlfriend. Daddy lets go my hand a second and waves over toward the lady. She wheels to his other side, then puts her hand on one wheel of his chair protectively, saying, He buys me Cokes. He stays with me all day, so I never have to wonder where he’s at. He’s good that way, I say. He’s never lied to me, not once. From the half of Daddy’s face I can see, his old smile is perfect. His eye glances off mine in cahoots. I can, for an instant, see him as he’d been all tall, kneeling down to me, saying, Don’t tell your mama and sister. You and me’ll sneak off for a strawberry freeze...

• From Lit: A Memoir (2009)

  Later, I’m called onto the stage, where I’m supposed to stand immobile while they read my résumé—skimpy compared to every other. Then I’m meant to shake hands with one paw while I take the check with the other. Instead, I’ve fallen into such a flop sweat that a pause in the speech causes me to grab the check, thus failing to strike for the photographers the pose of humble gratitude I’d practiced for weeks in front of a mirror. At the party, Toby introduces me to his agent, a whippet-thin blonde with silver bangles up her muscled arm. She wears a raw-silk size-zero pencil skirt and is almost exactly my sister’s height in pricey heels. She lets Lux and me tag along to the expensive dinner for Toby. At the table, I feel conspicuous not ordering a drink, and—since water glasses haven’t shown up—as everybody else hoists a glass at Toby, I feebly hold an invisible glass in the air, as my head says, Do you think they are convinced by the nonexistent drink you are faux-lifting? I look at Toby, and the fact that his eyes don’t meet mine makes me wonder if he actually asked the agent whether Lux and I could come, or are we crashing? Am I supposed to pay for this meal? Next I know, Toby holds his glass aloft again, saying, And to my old pal Mary. A few minutes after everybody’s gone back to their conversations, I blurt out to nobody special, Thanks for having us. I say it loud enough that neighboring diners look over, but nobody says anything back. Lux keeps talking to the woman on his left. About that time, a passing waiter stops beside me to lift my napkin and lower it into my lap. I keep sweatily waiting for somebody to ask me why I’m not drinking so I can fire off one of the salvos Joan and I came up with, for to an alcoholic, not drinking is conspicuously freakish. (Now I realize nobody would notice except another sot.) Maybe I’ll just say Fuck you or On second thought, maybe I will...Waiter! I look at my watch. Fewer than ten minutes have elapsed since we sat down, and the night yawns before me. I slip off to the pay phone to call Joan the Bone—no answer. Ditto Deb. Coming back to face a full wineglass, I see Lux isn’t in his seat. I stare around at Toby, his agent, his editor—their faces are at the pinched end of a telescope. At one point, I think, What if somebody says something to me? The next instant, What if somebody doesn’t? In the bathroom, I splash some water on my neck and study how pasty I’ve gone. Plus, my nose has grown gargantuan pores—I never exfoliated! And boy am I shiny. I shift the pins at the back of my head around, but a tendril keeps springing loose on one side.

• From A Greek-English Lexicon (Liddell-Scott) (1957)

  833A; ἡ ἐκ σ. μάχη ἤδη. 4.15; ὅταν .. σύστασιν ὁ ἀγὼν ἔχῃ Put. Demetr. 16, cf. Aemil. 20 ;—metaph., σ. γνώμης a conflict of mind, in- tense anxiety, Thuc. 7. 71; so, ἤν τις πόνος ἢ σ. γίνηται τῷ ἀνθρώπῳ Hipp. 310. 9. 2. a meeting, collection, 6. g. of humours, Foés, Oec. Hipp. ; of water, Theophr. C. P. 5.14, 5; of winds, Diod. 3. 51; also of the place where waters collect, Ib. 36:—metaph., λύγων Plat. Rep. 457 E. 8. a meeting, union, a knot of men assembled, Eur. Andr. 1088, Heracl. 415; κατὰ ξυστάσεις γιγνόμενοι forming into knots, Thuc. 2. 21, cf. Xen. Eq. 7, 19, etc. b. α political union, more general than ἑταιρεία or σύνοδος, Isocr. 38 A, Dem. 1122. 5 :---ἐθνικαὶ o. national unions, Polyb. 24. 1, 3; κατὰ συστάσεις κωμάζειν Dio C. Fr. p. 60 Urs. 4. friendship or alliance, πρός τινα Polyb. 3. 78, 2: a con- spiracy, ἐπί τινα Plut. Pyrrh. 23. II. the composition, construc- tion, structure, constitution of a person or a thing, τοῦ κόσμου Tim. Locr. 99 D, Plat. Tim. 32 C; τῶν ὡρῶν, τοῦ κόσμου, τῆς ψυχῆς Id. Symp. 188 A, Tim. 32 C, 36D, etc.; % περὶ τὴν κεφαλὴν €. Ib. 75B; φυσικὴ o. Arist. Categ. 8, 133 ἡ σ. τῆς πόλεως Id. Pol. 4. 11, 8., 7-13; 0: b. absol. a political constitution, Plat. Rep. 546 A, Legg. 702 D, etc. 2. existence, origin, νόσων Id, Tim. 89 B, cf. C; ἡ ἐξ ἀρχῆς τῶν ὅλων o. Diod. 1. 7, cf. Plut. 2. 427 A,B; o. λαμβάνειν Arist. H. A. 5. 15,14, Polyb., etc.; of a river, Id. 9. 43, 1. 3. metaph. of the mind, o. φρενῶν contraction, sternness, sullenness, (cf. συνίστημι B. VI), Eur. Hipp. 983. 4. of bodies, a becoming com- pact or solid, σ. τοῦ ὑγροῦ περὶ τὴν ὑπερώην Hipp. 157 Ὁ, cf. Plut. 2.130C; ἕψειν μέχρι συστάσεως Galen. 5. a substance, πλάττειν éx πηλοῦ ζῷον ἤ τινος ἄλλης ὑγρᾶς o. Arist. P. A. 2. 9, 7, cf. Plut. 2. 696A; énpat o. Arist. H. A. 3. 15, 2.—Cf. συνίστημι throughout. συστἄσιώτηβ, ov, 6, a member of the same faction, a partisan, Hat. 5. 70, 124, Strab., etc. συστάται, of, pairs of young men matched for wrestling and other games, φίλοι καὶ σ. C.1. 268 11. 13 sq., 273. 11. the rafters of the roof which meet at top, Schol. Il. 23. 712.

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  στενότης, lon. στειν--, 770s, 9, (στένος) narrowness. straitness, “EX- λήσποντον, ἐόντα στεινότητα μὲν ἕπτα σταδίους Hdt. 4. 85; τῇ τοῦ λιμένος στ. Thuc. 7. 62, cf. 4.24; θώρακος Hipp. Vet. Med. 18; διὰ τὴν στ. τῶν χωρίων, of Thermopylae, Lys. 193. 29; Tod οἰσοφάγου Arist. H. A. 1. 16,8; pl., ῥέουσα κατὰ τὰς στ. through the narrows, Id. Meteor. 2. I, Ὁ: ΤΙ. metaph. scantiness, δαπανημάτων Joseph. A. J. 19. 7, 5. στενο-τράχηλος, ov, narrow-necked, Schol. Ap. Rh. στενό-φλεβος, ov, with narrow, small veins, Galen. στενο-φλεβο-τόμος, 6, a narrow lancet, Paul. Aeg. 6. 8. στενο-φυής, és, narrow by nature, Alex. Incert. 30. 5. στενο-φυλλία, 7, narrowness of leaf, Theophr. Ὁ. P. 6. 18, 8. στενό-φυλλος, ov, narrow-leaved, Theophr. H. P. 8. 4, 1, 2. 131. στενό-φωνος, ov, with a weak, thin sound, ὄργανον Poll. 2. 111. στενοχωρέω, to be straitened or pressed for room, Comici ap. Ath. 582 B: metaph. to be anxious, in difficulty about, τινι Hipp. 27. 35. ple trans. to crowd, straiten, τοὺς ἀπαντῶντας Luc. Nigr. 13; τὰς πύλας, τὰς ὁδούς Charito 5. 3, etc. :—Pass., with fut. med. (Themist. 310 D), to be crowded together, Arist. Plant. 2. I, II, Diod. 20. 29; ἐν ταὐτῷ or. Luc. Tox. 29; ἐστ. τὰ κολαστήρια Synes. 147 A; of a picture, to be cramped or confined, Themist. l.c. 2. metaph. ¢o press closely, Twa Lxx (Judic. 16. 16) :—Pass. to be straitened, cramped, ἐν τοῖς σπλάγχνοις 2 Ep. Cor. 6. 12; τῷ κακῷ Schol. Eur. Med. 57; τῷ βίῳ Greg. Nyss. στενοχώρημα, τό, a case of straitening, difficulty, Hesych. otevoywpys, és, --στενόχωρος. Arist. G. A. 3. 4,5, v- Lob. Phryn. 185. Diosc. ἃ, στενοχώρησις, ews, ἧ, = στενοχωρία, Eust. Opusc. 166. 76. 4Y 1426 στενοχωρητικός, 77, ὄν, of or for straitening : Stud. 2. straitened, Bios Id. στενοχωρία, 7, narrowness of space, a confined space, Hipp. Art. 791; στ. παρέχειν φάρυγγι Ib. 807: want of room, by sea or land, Thue. 2. 80., 4. 26, 30, Plat. Legg. 708 B; ὑπὸ στενοχωρίας Id. Theaet. 195 A; στ. βίου the short space of life remaining, ΑΕ]. V. H. 2. 41; opp. to evpuxwpia and ἄνεσις, Plut. 2.679 E. II. metaph. straits, diffi- culty (cf. orevomopia), ἡ στ. τοῦ ποταμοῦ difficulty of passing the river, Xen. Hell. 1. 3, 7, cf. Plut. 2.182 B; distress, ἡ τῆς πόλεως Polyb. 1.67, I, etc.; ἡ τοῦ καιροῦ Dio Ὁ. 39. 34; cf. 2 Ep. Cor. 6. 4. στενό-χωρος, ov, of narrow space, strait, Hipp. 589. 19: Greg. Naz. στενό-ψῦχος, ov, narrow-souled, Theod. Stud. στενόω, Ion. στεινόω, to straiten, confine, contract, Liban. 4. 205 :— mostly in Pass., στενοῦσθαι és στενώτερον Hipp. Vet. Med. 17; τὰς διεξόδους ἐστένωται has its outlets narrow, Hdn. 8.1; στεινούμενον avAas .. ἄλσος Anth. P. 9. 656, 13 :—metaph. to be in difficulty, Byz.

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  σπλήν, 6, gen. σπληνός :—the milt, spleen, Hdt. 2. 47, Hipp. Vet. Med. | 18, Ar. Fr. 421, Antiph. Φιλωτ. 1.8; τὸν σπλῆνα ἐκβάλλειν, of one | 2. pl. σπλῆνες, affections of | | 43 written σπονδιάς in Ath. 50 B. dying with anxiety, Ar. Thesm. 3. the spleen, Hipp. Aph. 1248. 3. mallow, Diosc. 2. 144. IL. -- σπληνίον, Hipp. Offic. 745. to σπλάγχνον: cf. Skt. plikan; Lat. lien; Slav. slezena; bluznis.) σπληνάριον, τό, -- σπληνίον 1, Diosc. Parab. 1. 54. σπληνιάω, to be splenetic, Arist. P. A. 3. 7, 15, Probl. 9. 5. σπληνίδιον [1], τό, -- σπληνίον, Alex. Trall. 8. 480. σπληνίζομαι, Dep. -- σπληνιάω, Greg. Naz. omAnvucds, 7, dv, (σπλήν) of the spleen, ἡ σπλ. ἀρτηρία Anced. Oxon. 3. 120. II. of persons, diseased in the spleen, hypochondriac, splenetic, Macho ap. Ath. 348 E, cf. Foés. Oec. Hipp. 5. v. σπλήν. σπληνίον, τό, a bandage or compress of linen moistened or spread with something to lay on a wound, Hipp. Fract. 769, Philem. Incert. 25; cf. Foés. Oecon. Hipp. 5. v. σπλήν. II. a plant of the fern kind, spleenwort, -- ἀσπλήνιον, Diosc. 3. 151.—On the accent, v. Theog- nost. 123. 20. σπληνίσκος, ὁ, Dim. of σπληνίον 1, Hipp. 467. 42. σπληνῖτις, 150s, ἡ, of the spleen, φλὲψ ond. a bloodvessel of the spleen, Syennes. ap. Arist. H. A. 3. 2, 7, Rufus. σπληνο-δάπᾶνος, ov, consuming, wasting the spleen, Nic. Myreps. σπληνόομαι, Pass. to have a compress applied (σπληνίον 1), Oribas. in Cocch. Chirurg. p. 90. II. to be distended, [τὸ αἷμα) ὑφ᾽ οὗ σπληνοῦται τὸ ἧπαρ Philostr. 350. σπληνώδη, ες. -- σπληνικός, Hipp. Aph. 1257, εἴς. σπογγάριον [a], τό, Dim. of σπόγγος. M. Anton. 5. 9. kind of eyesalve, Alex. Trall. 2. 127. σπογγεύς, éws, 6, -εσπογγοθήρας, Arist. H. A. 9. 37, 6, Probl. 32.5. σπογγιά, Ion. σπογγίη, ἧ. -- σπόγγος. a sponge, Lat. spongia, Ar. Ran. 482, 487, Arist. H. A. 9. 14,3, Aretae. Caus. M. Diut. 1.10; omoy- yids μαλακώτερον τὸ πρόσωπον Com. Anon, 285; σπογγιᾶς ἔπαινος, said of a toper, Aeschin. 42. 40.—On the Att. and Ion, accent, v. Greg. C. p. 148, Suid. omoyyias, ov, 6,=foreg,, Ar. ap. Schol. Aeschin. 42. 40; v. Meineke Com. Fr. 4. 647. σπογγιεύς, 7, dub. form for σπογγεύς, in Theophr. H. P. 4.6, 5. σπογγίζω, fut. ἔσω, to wipe with a sponge, Ar. Thesm. 247; τὰ βάθρα Dem. 313. 12; τὰ ὑποδήματα Ath. 351 A, Arr. Epict. 2. 22, 31. II. to wipe away, τὸν ἱδρῶτα... ἀπ᾽ ἐμοῦ σπόγγισον Pherecr. Ema. 7. omoyytov, τό, Dim. of σπόγγος. Ar. Ach. 463; v. σπόγγος fin. σπόγγισμα, τό, that which is wiped off with a sponge, cited from Eust. 8. αἰγὸς σπλήν, a name of the (Akin Lith. II. a | Pherecr. Ἐπιλ. 1; cf. παίω (B). | Bgk. σπόδειος), Arist. Fr. 271. σπλαγχνικός — σπολάᾶς. , ΄ σπογγιστιιςός, 7, ὄν, of or for sponging : ἡ -κή (sc. τέχνη) Plat. Soph. 227 A. :

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  συννοέω, to compare in thought, to think, meditate or reflect upon a thing, τάἀξ ἐμοῦ madaipara Soph. O. C. 453, cf. Plat. Symp. 220C, Phaedr. 241 C, Legg. 712D; &. τί τις χρήσεται to think what one can do with it, Ib.835 D:—so in Med., ἐν ἐμαυτῷ τι ovvvoovpevos Eur. Or. 634, cf. lon 644. II. to perceive by thinking, comprehend, under- stand, Plat. Theaet. 164 A, Soph. 280 B, al.; c. part., é. τινα μανθάνοντα Id. Epin. 976 B, cf. Plut. Pomp. 74; foll. by a relat., σ. ὅτι... to under- stand that .., Plat. Polit. 280 B, Arist. Pol. 3. 13,17; σ. ὡς .. Plat. Soph. 238 C, etc.:—so in Med., Ar. Ran. 598. συννοητικός, 7, ὄν, comprehensible, Plotin. I. 200. συννοητός, 7, dv, comprehensible, Justin. M. σύννοια, lon. —y, ἧ, (σύννοος) meditation, deep thought, avvvoin ἐχό- μενος wrapt in thought, Hdt. 1. 88; euol..% €. βουλεύει παλαί Soph. Ant. 279; ἐς σ. αὐτὸς αὑτῷ ἀφικέσθαι Plat. Rep. 571 Ὁ, cf. Legg. 790 A; ἐπὶ συννοίᾳ or -ας βαδίζειν Luc. Pisc. 13, Cronos. 11; ἐπὶ συννοίας γενέσθαι Alciphro 3. 67; μετὰ ovvvoias ποιεῖν τι Arist. Probl. 18. 4. 2. anxious thought, anxiety, συννοίᾳ δάπτομαι κέαρ Aesch. Pr. 4373 ἐπὶ συννοίᾳ πόδα κυκλεῖν Eur. Or. 632; σύννοιαν ὄμμασιν φέρων Id. Heracl. 381. 11. συννοίᾳ .. οἷον δέδρακε remorse for the deed, Id. Andr. 805; expl., in Def. Plat. 415 A, by διάνοια μετὰ λύπης. συννομέομαι, Dep. to live together, Plut. 2. 1005 E; v.1. συνευνομ--. συννομεύς, éws, 6, a fellow-shepherd, Schol. Theocr. 9. 28. συννομή, ἡ, a feeding together, joint pasture, Plat. Polit. 268C; v. 1. συννομική. II. in Plat. Legg. 737 E, Bekk. reads γενόμενα ἀνὴρ καὶ κλῆρος ξυννομὴ (for ξὺν νομῇ), the man and his allotment being a joint affair; but Ast’s reading, ἐύννομα, is easier. ovwopilw, to agree with, τινί Plat. Minos 316 Ὁ. συννομικός, 7, dv, of or for feeding together, v. sub συννομή. συννομοθετέω, to be a joint-lawgiver, Plat. Legg. 833 E, Dem. 708. fin. ouvvonoberns, ὁ, a joint-lawgiver, Greg. Naz.

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  σπαρτός, 7, dv, also és, dv, Eur. Supp. 578 : (σπείρω) :—sown, grown 4, Soph. Ant, 258. 1003; λαιμοτόμους κεφαλάς Eur. 1. A. 776; om. τοῖς ITI. violent agitation, as of the - (A comparison of the. ~ , ὃ σπειν — σπσπτεν ω. ὄνυξιν [τοὺς νεοττούς], of the eagle, Arist. H. A. 9. 34, 3:—Pass., φλέ- βιον, σάρκα σπασθῆναι Hipp. 453. 13 sq. 3. to wrench, sprain, τὸ σκέλος ἔσπασε Plut. Arat. 33:—Pass., τὸν μηρὸν σπασθῆναι Hat. 6. 134; τοὺς πόδας Eur. Cycl. 639. 4. to snatch, tear or drag away, πῶλον παρὰ ἐυννόμων Plat. Legg.666E; ἔλαφον ἀπ᾽ ἐμῶν γονάτων Eur.Hec. 92: —Pass. véx βραχίονος σπασθείς Ib. 408; ὑπὸ πτερῶν Id. Απάτ.441. δ. metaph. ¢o carry away, draw aside, ἀλλά σ᾽ ἔσπασεν πειθώ Soph. ΕἸ. 561; τὰ πάθη οἷον νεῦρα on. ἡμᾶς Plat. Legg. 644 E. 6. Medic. to cause convulsion or spasm, prob. |. Hipp. Art. 830, v. Littré :—Pass. to be con- vulsed, σπασθεὶς ἀποθνήσκει Hipp. Aph. 1252, cf. 1255, Arist. H. A. 6. | 22,11, etc. ; ἐσπᾶτο yap πέδονδε καὶ μετάρσιος, of Hercules in his agony, Soph. Tr. 786 ; cf. σπάσμα, onacpds :—metaph. to be harassed, anxious, Arr. Epict. 1. I, τό. IIL. to draw in, suck in, θρόμβον αἵματος Aesch. Cho. 533; ἔσπασεν ἄμυστιν ἑλκύσας Eur. Cycl. 571; συνεκθανεῖν σπῶντα χρὴ τῷ πώματι Ib. 5733 μεστὴν ἀκράτου Θηρίκλειον ἔσπασεν Alex. ᾿Αγων. 4, cf. Incert. 20; this was the mode of drinking used by the συνόδοντα and by birds, while λάπτω designates that of the καρχαρόδοντα (cf. σπάσις), Arist. H. A. 8.6, 1, cf. Plut.2. 699D; so, om. τὸν μαστόν to suck it, Arist. H. A. 7. το, 5; σπᾶν ἀμυστί Ael. N. A. 6. 51; and in Med., ταύρου αἷμα σπασάμενος Apollod. 1. 9, 27 :—Pass., of the female, to be sucked, Arist. H. A. 6. 22,11; cf. ἕλκω II. 4. 2. so also, σπᾶν τὸ πνεῦμα Id. de Resp. 5,6; τὸν ἀέρα τὸν κοινόν Menand. Incert. 2. 7; Cc. gen. part., om. τῆς ὀριγάνου Arist. H. A. 9.6, γ; ἕκαστον τῶν τοῦ σώματος τὸ αὑτῷ οἰκεῖον ἐσπακέναι Id. Probl. 22. 2, cf. H. A. το. 5, "ἢ 3. metaph., πειθώ τε καὶ ἵμερον ἔσπασεν ex... drew,derived.. , |

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  part., σπεῦσε πονησάμενος τὰ ἃ ἔργα (for σπουδαίως ἐπονήσατο), Od. 9. 250, cf. 310, Soph. ΕἸ. 935, Eur. Med. 761, Ar. Ach. 179; and reversely σπεύδων is used as an Adv. in haste, eagerly, τοὶ δὲ σπεύδοντε πετέσθην Il. 23. 506; ἵκετο σπεύδων Pind. P. 4. 167; εἰς ἀρθμὸν ἐμοὶ .. σπεύδων σπεύδοντί ποθ᾽ ἥξει Aesch. Pr. 192; om. ἐβοήθει Xen. Hell. 4. 3, 1. 2. c. inf. to be eager to .., Hes. Op. 22, 671, Pind.O. 4.21, N. 9. 50, Hdt. 8.41, Aesch. Ag. 601, Soph.,etc. ; so in Med., σπευδόμεναι ἀφελεῖν Aesch. Eum. 306. 3. c. acc. et inf. to be anxious that .. , εἰρήνην ἑωυτοῖσι γενέσθαι Hdt. 1.74; ἔσπευδεν εἶναι μὴ μάχας Ar. Pax 672, cf. Plat. Prot. 361 B; so, τὸ λεκτικοὺς γενέσθαι τοὺς συνόν- τας οὐκ ἔσπ. Xen. Mem. 4. 3, 1. 4. foll. by a relat., om. ὡς Ζεὺς μήποτ᾽ ἄρξειεν Aesch. Pr. 203 ; σπ. ὅπως μὴ .. Plat. Gorg. 480 A; iva... , ἵνα μὴ .. , Id. Polit. 264 A, Isocr. 75 A; ὥστε μή, c. inf., Theophr. Odor. 57. 5. foll. by a Prep., om. és μάχην to hasten to .. Il. 4. 225; so also in Med., σπεύσομαι εἰς ᾿Αχιλῆα, iva .. 15. 402; om. εἰς ἄφενον Hes, Op. 24; εἰς ἀρετήν Theogn. 403; ἐς θαλάμους Eur. Hipp. 183; és τὰ πράγματα Id. Ion 599, etc.; εἰς ταὐτό τινι Xen. Cyr. 1. 3, 4: δώματος εἴσω Eur. Med. 100; ἐπί τι Lycurg. 155. 10, Plut., etc. ; om. περὶ Πατρόκλοιο θανόντος to struggle for him, Il. 17. 121; ὑπέρ twos C. I. 2147; πρός τινα Ar. Vesp. 1026, εἴς. ; also, om. ὁδόν Epigr. Gr. 653. 3. 6. with an Adv., om. of θέλεις Soph. Tr. 334; δεῦρο Ar. Ach, 179; ἔνθα Xen. An. 4. 8, 14, etc. 7. to be troubled in mind, harassed, LXX (Ex. 15. 15, 1 Regg. 28. 21, al.).

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  προσδοκέω, aor. -ἐδοξα, to be thought besides, c. inf., ἀπειρόκαλος προσέδοξεν εἶναι Dem. 617. 7., 757. 18; Dind. divisim πρὸς ἔδοξεν. προσδόκημα, τό, an expectation, Plat. Phileb. 32 B. προσδοκήσιμος, ov, to be expected, Byz. προσδοκητέον, verb, Adj. one must expect, Schol. Pind. N. 2. 16. προσδοκητός, 7, dv, expected, Aesch. Pr. 935. προσδοκία, 7, a looking for, expectation, whether in hope or fear, but more commonly fear, 1. c. gen., μέλλοντος κακοῦ, δεινῶν, θανά- του Plat. Lach. 198 Β, Tim. 70C, cf. Soph. 264 Β ; mp. τοῦ μέλλοντος Arist. P. A. 3. 6, 5; τὸν φόβον ὁρίζονται mp. κακοῦ Id. Eth. N. 3.6, 2; ἔχειν mp. τῆς ἀσφαλείας Dem. 319.9; mp. ἀγαθῶν ἐμβάλλειν Xen. Cyr. 1.6, 19; mp. μεγάλην ἔχειν ὡς εὖ EpovvTds Twos Plat. Symp. 194 A; Tas τῶν ἔργων προσδοκίας ἀπαιτεῖν τινα, i.e.ethe fulfilment of the ex- pectations raised, Aeschin. 52. ΤΟ. 2. absol., τῶν ὑποκειμένων προσδοκιῶν καὶ τῶν ἐλπίδων Dem. 348. 23; αἱ ἔσχαται mp. Diod. 20. 78. 3. foll. by a relat. word, προσδοκία ἢν μὴ .. οἵ μὴ οὐ.., Thuc. 2. 93., 5.14; also, προσδοκίαν παρέχειν ws.., Id. 7. 12; mp. ἐμποιεῖν ὡς .. , Isocr. 159 Ε. 4. with Preps., πρὸς προσδοκίαν ac- cording to expectation, Thuc. 6.63; so, κατὰ mp. Plat. Soph. 264 B; opp. to παρὰ προσδοκίαν, which is used of a kind of jokes much relished by the Greeks, as, ἔχειν ὑπὸ ποσσὶ---χίμεθλα (where πέδιλα was ex- pected), Dem. Phal. 152, Walz Rhett. 8. 5.44, cf. Arist. Rhet. 3. 11, 6. προσδόκιμος, ov, expected, looked for, or to be expected, 7. ὃ θάνατος Hipp. Progn. 39, cf. 46; τοῖς παρέουσί τε καὶ mp. κακοῖσι Ηάϊ. 8. 20. 2. often of persons, mp. ἐστι, ἣν, is, was expected, στρατὸν Tp. 1305 mp. expected to come to Cyprus, against Miletus, Id. 5. 108., 6.6; κατὰ πόδας ἐμεῦ ἐλαύνων mp. ἐστι Id. ο. 89; τοῦ βαρβάρου mp. ὄντος Thuc. I. 143 ἐκς Πελοποννήσου ἄλλη στρατιὰ mp. αὐτοῖς Id. 7. 15, cf. Dem. 69. 23. pee Bona! τό, something given into the bargain, Planud. Vit. Aesop. προσδοξάζω, to add an opinion, Plat. Theaet.209 D. 2. 20 imagine Jurther or besides, Epicur. ap. Diog. L. 10. 50, 62, etc. :—Pass., προσεδο- £ao0n περὶ τῆς θαλάσσης ταύτης πολλὰ ψεύδη Strab. 509. προσδοξοποιέομαι, Pass. to be subject to wrong opinions, Polyb. 17. 15, 16. πρόσδοσις, ews, 7), a giving besides, Hierocl. ap. Stob. 491. 33. προσδουλεύω, to be a slave besides, Gloss. προσδοχή, ἡ, reception, Epicur. ap. Diog. L. Io. 89. προσδρομή, ἡ, a sudden attack, Ptol. Tetrab. 3. p. 30. προσδυσκολαίνω, to be peevish towards one, Plut. 2. 818 A. προσδυσωπέω, to make ashamed at .., Eccl. προσδωρέομαι, Dep. to give besides, τινί τι Diod. 17. 38. προσεάω, fo suffer to go further, τινα Act. Ap. 27. 7. προσεγγελάω, to laugh at, v.1. for προσγελάω, Aesop. 143, De Fur.

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  συνἄγωγεύς, 6, ove who brings together, an assembler, τῶν πολιτῶν Lys. 124. 13, cf. Luc. Peregr. 11 ; λόγος σ. τῶν ἀνθρώπων Max. Tyr. 7. as II. one who unites, ἔρως τῆς ἀρχαίας φύσεως €. Plat. Symp. 101 D; τῆς φιλίας Greg. Nyss. TII. οἱ συναγωγέες the con- tracting muscles, Hipp. 278. 35. συνἄγωγή, 7, α bringing together: I. of persons, ἀνδρὸς καὶ γυναικός Plat. Theaet. 150 A: a collecting, ὄχλων, ἀνδρῶν, etc., Polyb. 4. 7, 6, Diog. L. 2. 129, etc.; συμποσίου Ath. 192 B: an assembling, meeting, τῶν λογιστῶν C. 1. 76. 9, cf. 2448 IV. 7. 2. an assembly, Lxx (Ex. 12. 3, etc.) : α place of assembly, a synagogue, Ev. Luc. 8. 41, Act. Ap. 9. 2, etc. II. of things, σ. τῶν ἐκπεπταμένων Hipp. Offic. 744; opp. to διαίρεσις, Plat. Phaedr. 266 B ; o. πολέμου a levying of war, Thuc. 2. 18; α gathering in of harvest, τοῦ σίτου, οἴνου, etc., Polyb. I. 17, 9, etc. 5 χρημάτων, ὑδάτων, etc., Id. 2. a drawing together, contracting, συναγωγὰς καὶ ἐκτάσεις στρατιᾶς forming an army in column or in line, Plat. Rep. 526D; σ. τοῦ προσώπου a pursing up or wrinkling of the face, Isocr. 197 Ὁ ; τῶν ὀφθαλμῶν Arist. Probl. 4. 2; opp. to διαστολή, Id. Phys. 4.9, 9; σ. ἔχειν, σ. λαμβάνειν -- συνά- γεσθαι, Theophr. H. P. 3. 10, 5, Strab. 335, 536, etc. 3. a collec- tion, τῶν νόμων καὶ τῶν πολιτειῶν Arist. Eth. N. το. 9, 21, cf. Pol. 6. 1,33 of writings, Dion. H.2. 27, Cic. Att. 9.13, 3., 16.5, 5. 4. a con- clusion, inference, Arist. Rhet. 2.23, 30., 3. 9,8, Sext. Emp. P. 2.143,170. συνἄγωγία, 7, =foreg. 1, Plut. 2. 632 E, dub. for mpoaywyeia. συνἄγώγιμον δεῖπνον, 76,=sq., Alex. :Aox. 1, Ephipp. yp. 3. συνἄγώγιον, τό, (συνάγω Il. 3) a picnic, Menand. Ἔμπιπρ. 6: also the place of a picnic, Poll. 6. 7. II. a synagogue, Philo 1. 675. συνᾶγωγός, ὄν, bringing together, uniting, ἀμφοῖν Plat. Tim. 31 C; δεσμοὶ φιλίας o. Id. Prot. 322 C3; τὸ σ. ἀνθρώπων εἰς εὐνοίαν Plut. 2. 632 E:—absol., Sext. Emp. M. 9. Io, etc. 11. living together, gregarious, Philo 2. 255, Hesych. συνἄγωνιάω, to share in the anxiety, Polyb. 3. 43, 8, Plut., etc.; Tut with one, Diod. 17. 100; ὑπέρ τινος Plut. 2. 486 B. II. to assist in the contest, Or. Sib. 3. 712.