Joy

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

  γαμψ- ὥνυξ, υχος, 6, 7, (ὄνυξ) with crooked talons, of birds of prey, αἰγυπιοὶ γαμψώνυχες Il. τό: 2.28, Od. 22. 2302: οἰωνόν Aesch. Pr. 488 ; τὰν γ. πάρθενον, of the Sphinx, Soph. O. τ᾿ 1190; yy. ἅρπη Nonn. D. 12. 336, εἴς. :—a form γαμψώνυχος, ov, also occurs in Arist., H. A. 6. 7, 2, G. A. 3.1,133 pl. γαμψώνυχοι Epich. 13 Ahr.; neut. γαμψώνυχα Arist. H. A. 3.9, 6. 2. more rarely of beasts of prey, Ib., cf. 2. 11, 4. γάνα [4], Dor., esp. Sicil., for γυνή, v. Greg. Cor. 345; cf. Bava. yavaets, εσσα, εν, rejoicing; cf. yavaw II. yavaw, (γάνος) to shine, glitter, gleam, of metals; Hom. always in Ep. part., θώρηκες Aapmpov γανόωντες 1].13. 265 : κόρυθες λαμπρὸν γανόωσαι 300 19. 359: hence, like Lat. nitere, to look fresh and smiling, πρασιαὶ. ἐπηετανὸν γανόωσι, of garden- beds, Od. 7. 128; νάρκισσον.. _yavdonvre, h. Hom. Cer. 10:—then fo exult, rejoice, Opp. H. 1. 659 :—for Aesch. Ag. 1392, V. age: 2. II. trans. to make or keep bright, Arat. 190: to gladden, C. 1. 4935 ὃ (addend.) ; and Herm. suggests γανάοντες (for —evTes) in Asch. Supp. ΙΟΙ0, in the sense of glorifying, magnifying. γάνειον, τό, Lat. ganewm; γανῖται, of, Lat. ganeones, Hesych. : v. Schneid. Ind. Script. R. R. p. 205. γάνος, 6, Vv. sub γλάνος. γάνος [ἃ], εος, τό, (γαίω, cf. γάνυμαι) :—brightness, sheen: gladness, joy, pride, λάφυρα. . ἀρχαῖον γάνος Aesch. Ag. 579. 2. mostly of water and wine, from their quickening and refreshing qualities, χαίρουσαν οὐδὲν ἧσσον ἢ διοσδότῳ γάνει (as Pors. for διὸσ νότῳ γᾶν εἰ), i.e. rain, Ib. 1291; κρηναῖον +. Id. Pers. 483; γ. ἀμπέλου, βότρυος Ib. 615, Eur. Bacch. 261, 380; cf. οὖθαρ 11; also of honey, y. μελίσσης Id. 1. T. 634 :—in Lyc. absol. for water, Ib. 13055 so, Αἰσωποῦ +. Id. Supp. TI51. γανόω, to make bright, polish, Plut. 2. 74. Ὁ, 683 E; ἑοῖς ἔγάνωσεν ἰάκχοις glorified, Epigr. Gr. 985 Ἔρος to be ‘made glad, exult, ταῦθ᾽ ὡς ἐγανώθην Ar. Ach. 7; but almost always in part. pf. pass. yeyavw- μένος, like Lat. πξ ες, ee joyous, Anacr. 11, Plat. Rep. 411 A, cf. Wyttenb. Plut. 2. 42 B:—in Eust. 1188. 61, yeyavwpéva tinned or lackered vessels. yavipar [a], Dep., mostly used in pres.; impf. ἔγάνυντο Q. Sm. 5. 652: Ep. fut. γανύσσομαι Ts) pf. parte γεγανυμένος in Anacreont. 38. 3 should prob. be γεγανωμένος: (v. sub yaiw). To brighten up, be glad or happy at, γάνυται φρένα he is glad at heart, Il. 13. 493; c. dat., δάμαρ ἀνδρὶ φίλῳ ἐλθόντι γανύσσεται 14. 504, cf. 20. 405, Od. 12. 42; Ύ: ἐπί τινι Eur. 1. T. 1239; τινος Aesch. Eum. 970, cf. Eur. Cycl. 504; ὑπό τινος Plat. Phaedr. 234 D.—Rare in correct Prose, as Plat. l.c., but used in Plut., Heliod., ete., being often written γάννυμαι. γανύσκομαι, Dep. Ξ-- γάνυμαι, Themist. 26 D, 254 C; τόπου Ep. Socr. 18. γάνυσμα, aros, τό, -- γάνος, Paul. Sil. 74. 6.

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

  ἤδη, ἤδης or ἤδησθα, ἤδη, v. sub *el5w. ἥδιστος, ἡδίων, Sup. and Comp. of ἡδύς. ἥδομαι, Dor: ἅδομαι : fut. ἡσθήσομαι Soph. O..T..453, Eur. El. 415, Plat., etc.: aor. ἥσθην (ν. infr.), med. ἡσάμην Od. 9. 353: Dep., v. sub fin. aren WV ΑΔ, ZFAA, ν. sub ἁνδάνω.) To enjoy oneself, take delight, take one’s pleasure, once only in Hom., Od. 1. ο. ; freq. in Hdt. and Att.—Construction : 1. with participle, ἥσατο πίνων Od. 1. c.; in later writers, ἥσθη ἀκούσας he was glad to have heard, Hdt. 3. 34; ἥδοι ἂν .. ἰδοῦσα Aesch. Pr. 758, cf. Soph. Ph. 882; δρῶντες ay ἡδώμεθα (sc. δρῶντες) Id. Aj. 1085; οἷ᾽ ἂν... ἡσθείη λαβών Id. El. 1325; ἥδ. θωπευομένους Ar. Ach, 635, etc. 2. ς. dat., ἥδεσθαί τινι to delight in or αἱ a thing, Hdt. 1. 69, al., Thuc. 1. 121, Ar. Eq. 623, etc. ;— rarely c. gen., πώματος ἥσθη he enjoyed the draught, Soph. Ph. 715; in O. T. 936, τὸ δ᾽ ἔπος οὑξερῶ τάχ᾽ ἂν ἥδοιο, the acc. is prob. due to attraction. 3. sometimes c. acc. and part., ἥσθην πατέρα τὸν ἀμὸν εὐλογοῦντά σε I was pleased to hear you praising him, Soph. Ph. 1314; ἥδεται δόμους wAnpovpevous Eur. Fr. 330. 4. with neut. Adj., ἕτερον ἥσθην Ar. Ach. 13; τοῦθ᾽ ἥδεται Id. Ran. 748 (acc. to Rav. Ms.); ἥσθην βαιά Id. Ach. 2; βραχέα ἡσθεῖσα Thuc. 3. 40:—c. acc. cogn., ἥδεσθαι ἡδονήν Plat. Phileb. 63 A, etc. 5. followed by a Prep., ἥδεσθαι ἐπί τινι Xen. Cyr. 8. 4, 12, Plat. Phileb. 48 B, etc.; ὑπέρ τινος Lys. 193. 10; πρὸς ὀλίγον Arr. Epict. 4. 9, 4. 6. c. inf., ἡδόμεθ᾽ εἶναι we delight in being, Aesch. Eum. 312; ἥδομαι ὅτι... Ar. Nub. 773. 7. the part. is used like an Adj., glad, delighted, ἡδομένᾳ ψυχᾷ, φωνᾷ Eur. Fr. 754, Ar. Av. 236; often, like βουλομένῳ, ἀσμένῳ. in the phrase ἡδομένῳ ἐστί or γίγνεταί μοί τι 1am well pleased at the thing happening, Hdt. 8. 10., 9. 46; ἐὰν ὑμῖν ἡδομένοις Antipho 142. 14, cf. Plat. Phaedo 78 B, Lach. 187 C. II. the Act. 75w, to please, delight, occurs, c. acc. pers. in impf. ἧδε Anacr. 145; elsewhere in later writers, ἥδει Muson. ap. Stob. 167.22; ἥδομεν Menand. Monost. 38; fut. ἥσω Synes, Epist. 154; aor. joa Ephipp. Ἔμπολ. 1. 5, ΔΕ]. N. A. Io. 48; τὰ ἥδοντα joys, pleasures, Plat. Ax. 366 A; for which Plut. has τὸ ἡδόμενον, 2. 1025 D, 1101 E. ἡδομένως, Adv. of foreg., with joy, gladly, Xen. Cyr. 8. 4, 9.

• From Shunned (2018)

  Neither of us thought to mention this. Believing these celebrations had their roots in non-Christian, pagan traditions, birthdays were absent any expectation of a party. That isn’t to say that my family never had cause for celebration. On the contrary, when my dad became an official, on-the-books, 100 percent Jehovah’s Witness at fifty-eight years of age, with three grown children and two grandchildren, and then was baptized as a Witness, his unlikely conversion caused a level of unbridled joy in my family and throughout the community. My family had waited over thirty years for that moment, often doubtful it would ever come. Dad was turned off by religion at a tender age. His mom, my Grandma Emily, took him to the Baptist church in Tulsa, where the minister had a policy of saving the front rows for latecomers, in hopes that the humiliation of a late arrival would discourage that behavior. Grandpa Ward had passed away, and Grandma was a widow with two young children. They often found themselves next to the pulpit after enduring the walk of shame. The lack of warmth and hospitality, so pervasive in the South, made a huge dent on Dad’s boyish memory. It frightened him to watch the minister flapping his arms, lathering at the mouth with a fire-and-brimstone message. Little wonder that he grew up to be an atheist and regularly debated the theory of evolution with my mother. As we kids got older and better “informed,” we joined Mom in a formidable rally to support creation. We liked to remind Dad that evolution was “only a theory.” It was a quarrel we never resolved. Over the years, Dad leaned away from atheism and toward agnosticism, though I can’t account for why. As an outdoor lover who enjoyed teaching my brother to hunt and fish, perhaps he acquiesced to Mom’s insistence of intelligent design. Still, he resisted claiming allegiance to any deity. Over the years, we all learned to avoid dinner conversations about the merits of carbon testing, politics, or Jesus Christ. Doing so got the entire household riled up, Dad “taking the Lord’s name in vain” and stomping off to watch TV, Mom collapsing in resentment, ordering the kids to clear the table and do our homework. The passing years mellowed us all, and a mutually respectful détente was achieved. We never lost hope that Dad would come around, but we accepted him as he was, and he never prevented us from following our well-worn path to the Kingdom Hall. Then Phil Rivers came into Dad’s life like a gift from heaven. For many years, Dad agreed to let us host the weekly Bible study at our home.

• From Vision Quest (1979)

  I had my shorts on, but I didn’t want her to see me. My cock stuck out straight as a tentpole. We still had our ’51 Ford half-ton pickup then, so we set the tent and sleeping bags and mason jars that we had to take back to Aunt Lola and ax and shovel and tarp and first-aid kit in the back since it wasn’t going to rain. It was an incredibly beautiful morning, which is the way most summer mornings are around Spokane. There wasn’t a sound and the only smell was freshness. The streetlights were still on and the sky was graying into blue. I was stretching and yawning and growling and about fixing to give the neighborhood my Mountain Man good-morning yell when eleven-year-old Dwight Thuringer came whistling down the sidewalk with his newspapers. My hiding was totally unpremeditated. I just whipped into the big shrubs before he saw me. I didn’t decide to scare him until he got right to the porch and banged his paper off the screen door. I leaped out and threw my arms in the air and bellowed like a Sasquatch. Little Thuringer screamed and fell back on the lawn in a storm of neatly folded newspapers. He twitched a little and gurgled in his throat. I was rolling on the lawn, laughing out of control. Dwight was throwing papers at me as hard as he could when Carla came out. I was still laughing, rolling around, but I was trying to cover up my tender spots. Those square-folded papers hurt. When he got me right at the base of the skull, it sobered me up and I got to my feet and ran around behind the house. I heard Carla ask Dwight what happened. “Goddamn Louden jumped out and scared me,” he said. He sounded like he was ready to cry. I had climbed over the fence and come through the breezeway and out onto the lawn again. “God, I’m sorry, Dwight,” I said. “I just couldn’t help myself.” And then I started to laugh again. But then I saw he had peed his pants and it made me feel ashamed. Finally Dwight started to laugh, too. He began to pick up his papers and I helped him. “You really scared me,” he said. “I must have looked funny.” “You flew through the air,” I said, starting to guffaw again. Carla and I lifted his double bag over his head and brushed the dewy grass off him, ignoring the pee smell, and waved him good morning. I brushed the wet grass off my front and turned for Carla to brush my back. “You’re really a bastard,” she said, refusing to brush me. I asked her if she wanted to drive and she said she did. The old Ford had to be double-clutched, and Carla took a while to get the hang of the shifting. But once we got out on 395 she didn’t have to shift, so the ride was smoother.

• From Vision Quest (1979)

  We’ve got the drains plugged with towels and the water is about six inches deep. Visibility is about a foot through the steam. The effect is strange. You hear shouts and splashing, but you seldom see anybody, except when they come up to use your shower and fall over you or when they go sliding by in a seal race. Two small white legs approach me through the steam. The kneecaps look me in the eye. At this moment I remember I’ve left my teeth in the soap dish. I see a blur above me as the small arm reaches. The legs turn and are gone in a splash. The Sausage Man’s cackle hangs in the mist. I’m up and whipping across the cold concrete floor after him, but Sausage is already out the locker room door. Last I see of him he’s dancing off across the park, naked, a pink Christmas cherub in black wrestling shoes, cackling and spitting little ice crystals that catch the light from the parking lot and shine like tiny falling stars. He knows if I chase him I’ll be late for work. XIHere comes Carla in our snowcapped DeSoto. The big old skinny tires squeak and crunch through the dry packed snow. The chrome and snow reflect the streetlight and for a second or two I’m blind. I’m rubbing my eyes as she pulls up to the curb. “I have a surprise.” She stops. “Are you okay?” “Fine,” I say. “Just blinded for a sec by all the snow.” “The smell of that room probably rotted your eyes,” she says as I walk around to the passenger side. The locker room is in shadow. She hasn’t noticed I’m toothless. I nearly sit on the surprise. “Watch out!” cries Carla. “Raaahrr!” cries the surprise. The surprise makes it out of the way, but I do catch Carla’s hands, pinning them under my fatigued butt. “Gotcha,” I say, looking fondly down into my lap, bubbling with red curls. “Hullock,” mumbles Carla into the mohair. “You almost squished our new Katzenburger.” An emaciated gray-and-black kitten roams the tops of the front seats. I loft it, give it a couple good rubs along the soft gray flannel headliner, and set it gently down on Carla’s head. “Nice Katzen.” Carla gasps affectionately. Mohair upholstery is all kinds of fun in terms of tactile sensation, but it’s hell to try to breathe through. I remove the kitten, scrutinizing it at arm’s length. The little critter is indeed undernourished. I check for gender. Her survival seems dubious. “Katzen B.!” squeals a freed Carla, grabbing the little beast and nuzzling it nose to nose. She hands the kitten back to me and notices that my visage has changed some. “Oh, my God—your teeth!” she exclaims, with a hand tender on my slackened mandible.

• From Shunned (2018)

  When it was no longer healthy for her to travel, I became the sole trainer. As John’s sales staff brought in more clients, I was hiring my own contract trainers to help me keep up. One year after John’s initial request for temporary training help, I had my own office with a mahogany desk, an expense account, and an assistant who arranged for my meetings. I knew the names of all the flight attendants on Alaska Airlines flight #141 to Burbank. I purchased Travelpro luggage with wheels. It had been six months since my unsettling encounter on Nick Marshall’s doorstep, when I’d renewed my commitment to healthy spiritual habits. I continued to grapple with key tenets of my faith, especially the concept of mass destruction of the wicked, but interesting work and upward mobility allowed me to push those uncomfortable thoughts aside. Ross and I shared the joy of purchasing our first home. There was furniture to buy and a kitchen to remodel. Life pulled me forward. One afternoon, just before five o’clock, John called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. Under his leadership, the group had done so well that we had moved to a higher floor of the forty-story pink Italian marble Bank Tower. His corner office had a view of the Willamette River, reflecting a bright blue sky, Mount Hood jagged and white in the east. “Linda, I have some great news for you.” He was leaning on the front of his desk, no tie, his shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In his early forties, John always came across as energetic and upbeat. He motioned for me to take a seat. He was holding his oak-and-bronze name plaque in his hands. I’d never seen him do that before. These plaques were quite luxurious and given only to officers of the bank. The rest of us had plastic name plaques held upright in plastic stands. John had a big grin on his face and was having a hard time keeping still. “Congratulations. The board has approved your promotion to assistant vice president.” My eyes widened as he handed me the plaque; then I realized it had my name on it. It felt dense and significant, the letters of my name deeply engraved, then dipped in bronze. It was like being given the keys to some secret club. I blurted out my news to Ross the minute I walked in the front door. Together we did a dance of joy in the living room. He grabbed me with both arms by the waist and twirled me around so fast, my hand swatted a lamp off the side table.

• From Shunned (2018)

  Dad emerged, soaking wet and smiling. He got his bearings, wiped his face and hair, thanked the elder, and slowly walked up and out of the pool back to the changing room. We lingered with the crowd, watching the other candidates while Dad got dressed. “Excuse me.” A tall blonde woman approached my sister and me as we were waiting. “Are you the girls whose father just got baptized?” “Yes,” Lory said. “I should have known by your tears,” she said. She pulled a little girl in to her side. “How long did you wait?” “Over thirty years,” Lory said. “It was a long haul.” “Everyone here is talking about it, and I just had to see for myself,” she said. “I came into The Truth a few years ago, but my husband isn’t interested. You give me hope.” “Never give up,” I said. “Someday he may surprise you.” I heard a loud cry and turned to see my mother running to hug my dad as he came out to greet us. Their embrace lasted a long time. I’d never seen them so happy, so in sync. Seeing them that way eased my upset and confusion. Lory and I moved back toward our family and waited our turn as Mom and Dad spoke quietly. A crowd had gathered around my father, people who’d known him and my family for years, who’d watched his transformation and wanted to congratulate him. It was then that I noticed Randy sitting in the first row of seats, sobbing uncontrollably beside my five-year-old nephew, Tyler, whose small hands rested tenderly on his father’s knee, his clip-on tie askew. Randy wept for several minutes, and it seemed his young son understood they were tears of joy. Everyone was hugging everyone else—friends of our family, people who’d babysat us, mentored us, watched us grow, married us. Then Ove invited only the immediate family to stand for a photo near the stage. I grabbed Dad’s hand and stood to his left, Mom at his right. Randy had gained his equilibrium and placed his arm around Mom, his hand resting on Dad’s shoulder. Lory stood close to Randy, wearing the fragile smile of the bemused. That day was to be the beginning of a bright future for our family.

• From Shunned (2018)

  We all derived morbid pleasure from successfully keeping this secret from Mom, especially one so big, taut with postponed expectations. As we shared the news with our friends, word spread throughout the entire city, to people we didn’t even know. It’s big news when an unbelieving spouse comes around, sparking hope in those in the same situation. Adding to the intrigue, Lory, Randy, and I kept our own secret from both parents: we planned a celebration dinner that evening, hosted by my sister, as a surprise for them both. Several families planned to come by for dessert and pay their respects. Dad grew giddy with the unfolding success of his plan. Before the assembly started on the day of his baptism, as Mom sipped coffee and visited with friends in the dining area, Dad stood near the foyer, smiling and greeting friends passing by, shaking everyone’s hand. He was like a politician working a crowd for reelection. When he insisted on sitting near the stage—to be close to the seating area roped off for baptismal candidates—Mom was oblivious to the significance. Dad saved seats for Lory, her husband Ove, Ross, and me just in front of him and Mom, on the aisle a few yards from the baptismal pool. Several close friends of the family, including Phil and Grace, were sitting nearby. They were all in on the ruse and wanting to see Mom’s face when all was revealed. Randy, Marlene, and the kids attended a congregation assigned to gather on a different weekend, so they made a point of arriving just as the program started, to avoid raising Mom’s suspicions. The morning program opened with a call to song and prayer. Then we took our seats and fought our impatience through a series of fifteen-minute discourses. I could barely concentrate, squirming in my seat between Ross and my sister. As much as I’d yearned for this day my entire life, I’d mitigated future disappointment by refusing to think too far ahead, compartmentalizing my dad’s prospects for eternal life into an opaque safe haven of my own imagination. Now I was confused and my heart burned. The five-year-old in me wanted to do cartwheels through the aisles, singing “Hallelujah!” while the emerging independent thinker shouted, You don’t believe this stuff anymore! I resolved the tension by falling in line. This day was about Dad, not my crisis of faith. Lory also appeared unsettled, organizing her purse, passing Lifesavers, feigning attention. Ove sat down halfway through the program and confirmed with a thumbs-up gesture that Randy and his family had arrived and were waiting in the foyer. The protracted first hour finally passed.

• From Shunned (2018)

  As the song came to a close, he glanced back at her, and I imagined I saw the victorious grin of the young man she’d fallen in love with. We settled back in our seats with the rest of the crowd as the elder leading the discourse reviewed the wisdom and significance of this step. “Immersion is a symbol of a lifelong commitment, a vow, to dedicate one’s life to serve Jehovah.” He spoke of the joy but also the gravity of this action, reminding us that Jesus did not present himself to John the Baptist until he was thirty years old—of age, responsible, and aware. In keeping with Christ’s example, all candidates would be fully immersed in the pool. The talk ended, and all the candidates were invited to stand and publicly affirm their dedication with a loud “yes.” I could hear my dad’s singular voice, apart from the rest. There was a prayer, muffled by my own tears, and the sighs of those near me. We were invited to sing one last song as the candidates filed into a line and walked to the changing rooms behind the stage. Then the meeting adjourned for a two-hour lunch break. Those who wished could stand by and observe the immersion. A crowd gathered near the front with my family. Randy came forward and hugged my mother. Sheena and Tyler were adorable in their Sunday finest. Marlene was elegant, wearing a creamy chiffon dress with a diamond brooch she kept for special occasions. In short order Dad came out, the first to be immersed. He was wearing swim trunks and a white T-shirt. He approached the pool, handed his towel to an attendant, and walked down four steps into the water. I was struck by how assured and content he appeared. The water came just below his waist. An elder was waiting at the center and reached out his hand, maneuvering my father to stand at an angle in front of him. Dad crossed his arms over his heart and pinched his nose with one hand. The elder wrapped one arm around him, placed his hand at his chest, and dunked him backward, quickly, adroitly. Those of us standing near, a crowd of about fifty people, clapped in bliss. Part of me wanted to whistle and holler. My childhood dream was coming true. Yes, I was happy. After so many years of wanting something, I could not help but get caught up in the joy surrounding me. But my heart was a tangle of unresolved doubts and family loyalty.

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

  ἀλαλάζω: fut. -ἀξομαι Eur. Bacch. 593, —afw LXX: aor. ἠλάλαξα Eur., Xen., etc., poét. ἀλάλαξα Pind. O. 7. 69 :—Med., Soph. Fr. 479, Arr. An. 5. 10: (formed from the cry ἀλαλαΐ or ἀλαλή, as ἐλελίζω (B), ὀλολύζω from similar sounds: cf. ἀν--, ἐπ--, συν-αλαλάζω). To raise the war-cry, τῷ ᾿Ενυαλίῳ ἠλάλαξαν (v. 1. ἠλέλιξαν) Xen. An. 5. 2, 14, cf. 6. 5, 27, and so in Med., Arr. 1. c.; c. acc. cogn., νίκην ἀλαλάζειν to shout the shout of victory, Soph. Ant. 133. 2. generally, to cry or shout aloud, Pind. 1. c., etc.; of Bacchus and the Bacchae, Eur. Bacch. 593, 1133, etc. 8. rarely of a cry of pain, ἠλάλαζε δυσθνῆ- skov φόνῳ Eur. El. 843 (where Valck. ἐσφάδαζε), Ev. Marc. 5. 38, Plut. Luc. 28. II. rarely also of other sounds than the voice, to sound loudly, ψαλμὸς δ᾽ ἀλαλάζει Aesch. Fr. 55; κύμβαλον ἀλαλάζον τ Ep. Cor. 13.1: cf. ἀλαλαγμός 11, GAaAnTés.—Poét. word used by Xen. and in late Prose. ἀλᾶλαί [GA], exclam. of joy, in the formula ἀλαλαὶ ἰὴ παιηών Ar. Av. 1763, Lys. 1291 ; and restored in Av. 953 for ἀλαλάν. ἀλαλάξιος, 6, epith. of Ares, Cornut. N. Ὁ. 21. ἀλαλᾶτός, 6, Dor. for ἀλαλητός. ἀλαλή [GAG], Dor. ἀλαλά, ἡ, (ἀλαλαῦ) -- ἀλαλητός, a loud cry, paviat τ᾽ ἀλαλαί τ᾽ ὀρινομένων Pind. Fr. 224; ἀλαλαὶ αἰαγμάτων (v. 1. ἀλαλαγαί) Eur. Phoen. 337 :—esp. the cry with which battle was begun, hence the war-cry, batéile-cry, Pind. N. 3. 109, 1. 7 (6). 15.---ἰΑλαλά personified by the same Poet, κλῦθ᾽, ᾿Αλαλά, πολέμου θύγατερ, Id. Fr. 225, cf. Plut. 2. 349 C. ἀλάλημαι [GAG], pf. of ἀλάομαι, but only used in pres. sense (and part. ἀλαλήμενος takes the accent of pres., Od. 14. 122), to wander or roam about, like a beggar, Hom. mostly in Od., as 2. 370., 15. 10, etc.; of seamen, μαψιδίως ἀλάλησθε 3. 72, cf. 3133; of a departed spirit, dA. ay’ εὐρυπυλὲς "Αἴδος δῶ Il. 23. 743; of things, μυρία λυγρὰ κατ᾽ ἀν- θρώπους ἀλάληται Hes. Op. 100 :—once in Trag., Eur. Andr. 307. (1γτ.). Cf. ἀλαλύκτημαι. ἀ-λάλητος, ov, unspeakable, wunutterable, Anth. P. 5. 4, Ep. Rom. 8. 26. ἀλᾶλητός, οὔ, ὁ, (ἀλαλαί) the shout of victory, ll. 16. 78: the war-cry, battle-shout, Hes. Th. 686, Pind. P. 1. 137. 2. generally, a loud shouting, Il. 2. 149. 3. rarely, a cry of woe or wailing, 21. 10; comically, τῶν δὲ πλακούντων... ἣν ad. Teleclid. "App. 1. 13. aes rarely of other sounds, a loud noise, αὐλῶν Anth. P. 6. 51. ἀλαλία, ἡ, -- πονηρία, ἀταξία, Soph. Fr. 220.

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  περιχάρεια [a], ἡ, excessive joy, opp. to περιωδυνία, Plat. Phileb. 65 1), Legg. 732 C; incorrectly written -ία, Alciphro 3. 38, Dio C. 44, 8, etc. περιχἄᾶρής, és, (χαίρω) exceeding joyous or glad, opp. to περιώδυνος, περιαλγής, περίλυπος, Hdt. 1. 110.; 3. 35,157, Soph. Aj. 693, Plat. Rep. 462 B, al.; τινι at a thing, Hdt. 1. 31, Ar. Vesp. 1477, Pax 309; εἴς Te Diphil. Zwyp. 2. το ; ἐπί τινι Polyb. 1. 41, 1; διά τι Id. 4. 86, 5 :—70 7, Ξεπεριχάρεια, Thuc. 2. 51., 7.73. Adv. -ρῶς, Byz. περιχάσκω : aor. 2. περιέχᾶνον and pf. περικέχηνα (as if from περι- xaivw, which occurs only in late writers, as Phot.). To open the mouth wide, Hipp. 469. 50. TI. to swallow with open mouth, Arist. H. A. 8. 24,6, Ael. N. A. 4. 33, Luc. Merc. Cond. 3; 7. τὸν ἀέρα Ach. Tat. 2. 22: to take into the mouth, τι Diod. Excerpt. 558, 65. 2. to gape at, τι Phot.: also, 7. τινί to be agape for a thing, Clem. Al. 242. περιχειλόω, to edge round, σιδήρῳ with iron, Xen. Eq. 4, 4, περίχειρον, τό, ax armlet, bracelet, Lat. armilla, Polyb. 2. 29, 8; so περιχείριον, Poll. 1. 185; -χειρίδιον, Hesych.: cf. mepi-cpupor, -σφύριον. περιχέω, fut. --χεῶ: aor. περιέχεα :—Ep. περιχεύω, aor. περίχευα. ΤῸ pour round or over, properly of liquids, ἥν [ἀέρα] οἱ περίχευεν ᾿Αθήνη Od. 7. 140, cf. 13. 189, 1]. 5. 776; τῷ περίχευε χάριν κεφαλῇ τε καὶ ὥμοις Od. 23. 162; of solids, ἅλις χέραδος περιχεύας 1]. 21. 319; of metal-workers, χρυσὸν κέρασιν περιχεύας having spread gold leaf round its horns, Il. 10. 294, Od. 3. 384; also in Med., ὡς δ᾽ ὅτε τις χρυσὸν περιχεύεται ἀργύρῳ Od. 6. 232., 23.159 :—Pass. to be poured around, περὶ δ᾽ ἀμβρόσιος κέχυθ᾽ ὕπνος Il. 2.19; ἢν σκότος περιχυθῇ Hipp. V.C. 903; τῶν ὀστέων περικεχυμένων heaped all round, Hdt. 3.12; of persons, περιχυθέντες crowding round, Id. 9.120; τῷ ναυκλήρῳ περι- κεχύσθαι Plat. Rep. 488 C, cf. Polit. 268 C, Xen. Hell. 2. 2, 21. PX, π. τινί (sc. ὕδωρ) to pour water over one, Diog. L. 2. 35 :—Med. to pour or have poured over oneself, περιχέασθαι to take a moderate bath, Mnesith. ap. Ath. 484 B; στολὴν .. π. Eunap. p. 56. II. to drench, τι ὕδατι Diosc. 4. 155. περιχθών (not περίχθων) ὁ, ἡ, round about the earth, Anth. P.g. 778. περιχϊλόω, to eat one’s fill, Hesych. περιχλαινίζομαι, Med. to wrap oneself in a χλαῖνα, Hesych., Phot. περιχλαίνισμα, τό, an overcloak, Byz. περιχλευάζω, to mock bitterly, Eccl. περιχλιαίνω, to warm thoroughly, Galen. περίχλωρος, ov, green all round, Boisson. Anecd, 3. 65. περίχολος, ov, full of bile, διαχωρήματα Hipp. Prorrh. 71, cf. 217 B. περιχορεύω, to dance round, ἐκεῖσε καὶ τὸ δεῦρο Eur. Phoen. 315 ; τινά Luc. Ὁ). Marin. 15.33 τὸν βωμόν Salt. 24. περιχρήμᾶτος, ov, very wealiky, Ocell. Luc. 4. 7. περίχρϊῖσις, 7, a besmearing, anointing, Diosc. 1. 130. περίχρισμα, τό, ointment, salve, Galen., etc.

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  As we drove past certain streets and neighborhoods, I asked about people from the congregation who had once lived there. Each time, Lory gave me a thorough update. There was no hesitation in her responses, no stinginess with details. Mom spoke up from the backseat and turned the conversation toward Randy. Is this the same woman who visited me in Chicago and refused to share even the smallest tidbit of family news, preferring instead to grill me about my beliefs? Mom said my big brother and his wife, Marlene, were living in eastern Oregon, a stone’s throw from the Snake River at the Idaho border. Sheena had married and was expecting her first child within the month. This was big news to me, as I’d always been especially fond of her. If Grandma weren’t dying, how would I ever learn of these exciting and joyous developments? According to Mom, Dad was gloomy about the prospect that Grandma might not live long enough to see the arrival of this fourth generation, but everyone anticipated the happy event nevertheless. Mom didn’t say much about my nephew, Tyler, except that he was experiencing the usual struggles of teenage years. It was unclear why Mom was suddenly so relaxed and comfortable sharing so many family details, or why my sister was speaking to me at all, but I refused to question it outright. Grandma’s imminent death had been the catalyst, and, as with her passing, this level of intimacy was temporary. I preferred to enjoy it for its own sake. We arrived at my parents’ home. Dad sat with us in the dining room as we gave him the update on Grandma’s condition. Mom clicked on the heat, and we all sat in a circle around the floor vent to get warm, like we used to do when I was little. It felt foreign and familiar all at once. Falling into such communal routines is what I love about family life, and the tug at my heart reminded me of how much I had missed these simple rituals. Mom consulted Lory and me to weigh in on the printed program for Grandma’s memorial, what the picture caption should say, which poem and verse to use. And just then, I realized I had just enough time to comfortably reach the airport for an on-time departure. The day had slipped by like a warm breeze. “It’s time for me to go,” I said, standing to gather my things. “Thank you for calling me, and thank you for taking me over to see Grandma. Is there anything Bob and I can do to help right now?” Dad shook his head. “No,” he said. “Just show up when we call you.” Chapter 23 The end of our exploring will be to arrive at where we started, and to know the place for the first time. —T. S. Eliot Grandma died two days later. Dad called to tell me the date and time of the memorial service.

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  ἕλειος, ov, and in Ar. Av. 244, ov: (€Aos) :—of the marsh or meadow, ἕλ. ὕδωρ marsh-water, Hipp. Aér. 287; ἕλ. δάπεδον the surface of the meads, Ar. Ran. 351. 2. growing or dwelling in the marsh, δόναξ Aesch. Pers. 494: τῶν Αἰγυπτίων of ἕλειοι Thuc. 1. 110; βίος ἕλ. Arist. P.A. 4.12; ζῷα ἕλ. Ib. 3.14, 10; for Ar. Av. 244, v. αὐλών :—cf.Ederat. ἑλειός or ἐλειός, 6, a kind of dormouse, Myoxus glis, Arist. H. A. 8. 17,4, Artemid, 3. 65. ἑλειο-σέλῖνον, τό, prob. wild-celery, smallage, Apium graveolens, Theophr. H. P. 7.6, 3, Diosc. 3. 75. ἑλειό-τροφος, ov, bred in the marsh, Archestr. ap. Ath. 305 F. ἑλειό-χρυσος, = ἑλίχρυσος, Theophr. H. P. 6. 8, 1. ἔλεκτο, Ep. syncop. aor. pass. of λέγω, he lay down, Od. το. 50. ἐλελεῦ, or doubled ἐλελεῦ ἐλελεῦ, like ἀλαλά, a war-cry, raised by the general and taken up by the soldiers, Ar. Av. 364, ubi v. Schol.: generally any cry, of pain, Aesch. Pr. 877; of joy, Plut. Thes. 22. ἐλελήθεε, Ion. 3 sing. plqpf. of λανθάνω. ἐλελίζω (A), Ep. lengthd. form of ἑλίσσω (Buttm. Lexil. 5. v.), rare in pres., as h. Hom. 28. 9, Pind.: mostly in aor. :—sync. aor. pass. €A€ALKTO Il. 13. 558. To whirl round, περὶ σχεδίην ἐλέλιξεν [τὸ κῦμα] Od. 5. 314; ἡ 8 ἐλελίχθη [ἡ ναῦς] 12. 416. 2. in Il. of an army, ἔς rally it, σφέας ὠκ᾽ ἐλέλιξεν Αἴας 17, 278; in Pass., of δ᾽ ἐλελίχθησαν 5. 497., 6. τού. 3. generally, to make to tremble or quake, μέγαν δ᾽ ἐλέλιξεν “Odvpmov, of Zeus, 1]. 1. 530; φόρμιγγα ἐλ. to make its strings gziver, Pind. O. 9. 21; (so, poppryé ἐλελιζομένη P. τ. 7); ἀστε- ροπὰν ἐλελίξαις Id. N. 9. 45; and in Med., ἵππον .. ἀγωνίῳ ἐλελιζό- μενος ποδί Simon. 36:—Pass. to quake, tremble, quiver, γυῖα ἐλελίχθη Il. 22.448; ἐλέλικτο. of a brandished sword, 13. 558; ἐλελίζετο πέπλος h. Hom. Cer. 183. II. Med. and Pass. to move in coils or spires, of a serpent, ἐλελιξάμενος πτέρυγος λαβέν 1]. 2. 316; ἐλέλικτο δράκων 11. 39, cf. Ap. Rh. 4.143; σπείρας ὄφεων ἐλελιζομένη Ar. Fr. 426. ἐλελίζω (B): aor. ἠλέλιξα Xen., Ep. ἐλ-- Call.:—to ery ἐλελεῦ, and so, like ἀλαλάζω, to raise the battle-cry, τῷ ᾿Ενυαλίῳ Xen. An. 1.8, 18; generally, to raise a loud cry, Eur. Phoen. 1514; of a shield, to ring, Call. Del. 137 :—in Med., of the nightingale, to trill her lay of sorrow, Eur. Hel. 1111; c. acc., Ἴτυν ἐλελιζομένη trilling her lament for Itys, Ar. Av. 213. ἐλελισφἄκίτης οἶνος [1], wine flavoured with sage, Diosc. 5. 71. ἐλελίσφᾶκον, τό, =sq., Diosc. 3. 40. ἐλελίσφᾶἄκος, 6, a kind of sage (opdnos), Theophr. H. P. 6. 1, 4. ἐλελίχθημα, τό, (ἐλελίζω A) a violent shaking, Hesych. ἐλελίχθων, ov, (ἐλελίζω A) earth-shaking, Terpaopia Pind. P. 2. 8; Ἔλέλιχθον, i. e. Poseidon, Ib. 6. 50:—in Soph. Ant. 153 Bacchus is ἐλελόγχειν --- ἐλεφαντόπηχυς.

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  συγξύω, fut. dow, to grind up, bruise, φάρμακον Hipp. 893 A: ἐο tear in pieces, τὰ γράμματα Diog. L. 4. 47. συγχάζω, -- συγχωρέω, Hesych. συγχαίρω, [ιϊ. --χἄρήσομαι: aor. -εχάρην (Polyb. 30. 16, 1., 15.5, 13), imperat. --χάρηθι Anacreont. 34.30. 70 rejoice with, take part in an- other's joy, Aesch. Ag. 793, Ar. Pax 1317; χαῖρε... καὶ ξυγχαίρομεν ἡμεῖς 1d. Eq. 1333; σ. ἐπί τινι at a thing, Xen. Hiero 11, 125 o. aya- θῷ γενομένῳ Plat. Epin. 988 B; also c. dat. pers., τὸν συναλγοῦντα καὶ σ. τῷ φίλῳ Arist. Eth. N. 9. 4, 1; οὐ σ. οὐδὲ συναλγεῖν ἑαυτοῖς Ib. 9. II. to wish one joy, congratulate, σ. τινὶ τῶν γεγενημένων to wish one joy of .., Dem. 194. 233 so, σ. τινὲ ἐπί τινι Polyb. 30. 16, I; σ. τινὶ ὅτι... Aeschin. 34. 9. συγχᾶἄλάωυ, to relax with or at the same time, Archyt. ap. Steph. Excerpt. p. 81: Pass., σ. τῷ ἦρι Clem. Al. 221. συγχᾶἄλεπαίνω, to be angry together, Memnon 51. συγχαλκεύω, to weld together, Twi τι Ath. 488 F. συγχᾶρακτηρίζω, to stamp, designate together, Eccl. συγχᾶἄράσσω, to lacerate at the same time, Aretae. Cur. M. Diut. I. 2. συγχἄρητικός, 7, dv, --συγχαρτικός, q. ν. συγχᾶρίζομαι, Dep. to be agreeable at the same time or with others, to comply with, gratify, Athanas.; τὸ συγκεχαρισμένον τοῦ λόγου Plut. 2. 44E (v. 1. kexap-). συγχαρτικός, 4, dv, congratulatory, Joseph. B. J. 4. 10, 6, with vy. 1. ᾿ συγχαρητικός, which form occurs in Zonar and in Philo 1. 81 (ubi Codd. σνυγχαριτικόν). 1451 συγχαυνόομαι, Pass, to be swollen, puffed up, τινι Tzetz. Hist. το. 932. συγχειλίαι, αἱ, the joining of the lips, Arist. Physiogn. 6, 18. συγχειμάζω, to winter along with, τινί App. Civ. 5. 27 :—Med. to go through the winters with one, Ar. Pl. 847. συγχειρίζω, to administer along with, τινί τι Polyb. 6. 2, 14. συγχειροπονέω, to do also by manual labour, ὀλίγα Luc. Lexiph. 2. συγχειροτονέω, to confer on one together ; in Pass., Greg. Nyss. συγχειρουργέω, to put hand to a thing together, to accomplish, τὰ ἱερά Isae. 70. 28; ἀδίκημα Philo 2. 15.

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  γέλως, Acol. γέλος (as ἔρος for ἔρως, Greg. C. 608), 6: gen. γέλωτος, Att. yéAw: dat. γέλωτι, Ep. yéAw or γέλῳ Od. 18. 1Τοο (as ἔρω or épw Ib. 212): acc. γέλωτα, poét. γέλων, v. infr., (an acc. yéAw is read in some passages of Od., y. infr., but nowhere certainly) :—pl. γελώτων Plat. Legg. 732 C: (yeAdw). Laughter, yéAw (or yéAw) ἔκθανον Od. 18. 100; γέλωτα .. παρέχουσαι (v. |. yéAw Te) 20. 8, cf. Ar. Eq. 310, etc. ; ἄσβεστον yédov ὦρσεν (v.1. γέλω) Od. 20. 346; ἄσβεστος δ᾽ ap’ ἐνῶρτο γέλως .. θεοῖσι 1]. 1.599, cf. Od. 8. 326; γέλων δ᾽ ἑτάροισιν ἔτευχεν 18. 350; γέλων δ᾽ ἔθηκε συνδείπνοις Eur. lon 1172; γέλωτα ποιεῖν, κινεῖν, παρασκευάζειν, μηχανᾶσθαι, etc., Xen. Cyr. 2. 2, 11, Symp. 1, 14, etc. ; γέλων ξυντιθέναι, γέλωτα ἄγειν Soph. Aj. 303, 382; also, γέλως ὄρνυται (v. supr.); y. ἔχει τινα Οά. 8.344: γ. γίγνεται Att.; καταρρήγνυται Ath. 511 Ο;-- κατέχειν γέλωτα Xen. Cyr. 2. 2, 5, etc.; οὐ γέλωτα δεῖ σ᾽ ὀφλεῖν Eur. Med. 404, cf. Ar. ἴῃ Mein. Com. Fr. 2.1176 :---ἐπὶ γέλωτι to provoke laughter, Hdt. 9. 82, Ar. Ran. 404; γέλωτος ἄξια ridiculous, Eur. Heracl. 507; ἅμα or σὺν γέλωτι Plat. Legg. 789 D, Xen. An. 1. 2,173 μετὰ γέλωτος Antiph. Anuy. 2.6; ἐν γέλωτι in joke, Plut. 2. 124 D:—epithets, ἄσβεστος (vy. supr.); πολὺς γ. loud laughter, Xen. Cyr. 2. 3, 18, etc., (whereas πλατὺς γ., which Thom. M. recommends as more Att., is first found in Synes. 188 C, but cf. κατάγελως) ; μέγας, ἰσχυρός γ. Plat. Polit. 295 Ε, Rep.388E; Σαρδόνιος γ.(ν. sub Σαρδόνιος); Αἰάντειος y. a malignant laugh, Paroemiogr. : 2. metaph. of waves (cf. γέλασμαν), Opp. H. 4. 334. II. occasion of laughter, matter Sor laughter, γ. γίγνομαί τινι Soph. O.C. 902; ταῦτ᾽ οὐ γ. κλύειν ἐμοί Eur, lon 528 ; γέλωτα τίθεσθαι or ἀποδεῖξαί τι Hdt. 3. 20.. 7. 209, Plat. Theaet. 166 A; εἰς γ. τρέπειν, ἐμβάλλειν Thuc. 6. 35, Dem. 151. 19; ἐν γέλωτι ποιεῖσθαί τι Luc. Hist. Conscr. 32, etc.; γ. ἐσθ᾽ ὡς χρώμεθα τοῖς πράγμασι Dem. 47.6; ὅσα yap.., πλείων ἐστὶ y. τοῦ μηδενός Id. 185. 18. IIL. a dimple, cf. γελασῖνος. γελωτο-ποιέω, to create, make laughter, esp. by buffoonery, Plat. Rep. 606 C, Xen. Symp. 3, 11. Verb. Adj. γελωτοποιητέον, Clem. Al. τοῦ. γελωτοποιΐα, ἡ, buffoonery, Xen. Symp. 4, 50. γελωτοποιϊκῶς, Adv. ridiculously, Poll. 9. 149. γελωτο-ποιός, dv, exciting laughter, ridiculous, Aesch. Fr. 179: as Subst. a jester, buffoon, Xen. An. 7. 3, 33, Symp. 1, 11, Plat. Rep. 620 Ὁ. γελώων, γελώωντες, v. sub γελάω.

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  εὐφραίνω, Ep. édpp-—: fut. Att. εὐφρᾶνῶ, Aesch. Cho. 742, etc., Ion. and Ep. εὐφρανέω Il. 5. 688, ἐύφρανέω 7. 297 :—aor. εὔφρᾶνα or nip— Simon. in Anth. P. 13. 19, Eur., etc., Ep. εὔφρηνα Il. 24. 102, subj. eipphyvys 7. 295 :—Pass., with fut. med. εὐφρᾶνοῦμαι Xen. Symp. 7, 5, Ion. 2 sing. εὐφράνεαι Hdt. 4.9; also pass. εὐφρανθήσομαι Ar. Lys. 165, Aeschin. 27. 12: aor. εὐφράνθην or nv- Pind. O. 9. 94, Ar. Ach. 5: (εὔφρων). To cheer, delight, gladden, εὐφρανέειν ἄλοχον 1]. 5. 688; ἐὐφραίνοιτε γυναῖκας Od. 13. 443 ἀνδρὸς ἐϊφραίνοιμι νόημα 20. 82; εὐφρ. θυμόν τινος Pind. I. 7 (6). 2; φρένα, νόον, βίον τινός, etc., Trag.; τινὰ ἐπέεσσι 1]. 24. 102; δι᾿ ἀρετήν Plat. Menex. 237 A; τινά τι Agatho ap. Ath. 211 E, Xen. Mem. 2. 4. 6. II. Pass. to make merry, enjoy oneself, be happy, εὐφραίνεσθαι ἕκηλον Od, 2. 311, Hadt. 4. 9; τινι at or im a thing, Pind. P. 9. 30, Plat. Legg. 796 B; ἐπί τινι Ar. Ach. 5; ἔν τινι Xen. Hier. 1,16; διά τινος Ib. 8; ἀπό τινος Ib. 4. 6; c. part., εὐφράνθη ἰδών was rejoiced at seeing, Pind. O. 9. 94; εἰ πεπαυ- μένος μηδέν Te μᾶλλον ἢ νοσῶν εὐφραίνεται Soph. Aj. 280, cf. Eur. Med. 30; τὰ ἐμὰ εὐφρ. to rejoice in my rejoicings, Luc. Dial. Marin. 13. 2. εὐφραντύριον, τό, a means of cheering, Byz. εὐφραντικός, 7, dv, cheering, ὀφθαλμῶν Ath.608 A. .Ady. κῶς, Eccl. εὐφραντο-ποιός, dv, =foreg., Schol. Ar. Pax 520. εὐφραντός, 7, dv, pleasant, Timocr. ap. Diog. L. ro. 6. delighted, Schol. Aesch. Pr. 536. εὐφρᾶσία, ἡ, good cheer, Epict. ap. Stob. 72. 38, Hesych. εὔφραστος, ov, (ppatw) easy to speak or utter, Arist. Rhet. 3. 5, 6: distinct, ὀπωπή Dion. P. 171. evppovewy, Ep. ἐῦφ--, well-meaning and well-judging, with kind and prudent mind, often in Hom., in the verse 6 [or ὅς] σφιν ἐϊφρονέων ἀγορήσατο καὶ μετέειπεν 1]. 1. 73. al.; fem. -ἔουσα in Ap. Rh. 3. 998; pl. πέοντες, Manetho 1. 233: but no such Verb as εὐφρονέω occurs, v. εὖ sub fin. εὐφρόνη, ἡ, (εὔφρων) the kindly time, euphem. for νύξ, night (cf. Evpevides), Hes. Op. 558, Pind. N. 7. 4, and all Poets, but also in Ion. Prose, as Hdt. 7. 12, 56, al., Hipp. 588. 42, etc.; ἄστρων εὐφρ. -- ἀστε- ρόεσσα evpp. Soph. El. ig; εὐφρόνης -- νυκτός, by night, Anaxim. ap. Diog. L. 2.43 so, κατ᾽ εὐφρόνην Aesch. Pers. 221, Soph. El. 259. 11. -- εὐφρο- σύνη, Hesych.; in Eur. Hel. 1470 εὐφροσύναν is now restored. Cf. δυσφρόνη. εὐφρονίδης, ov, 6, son of Night, Anth. P. append. 281. εὐφρόνως, Adv. of εὔφρων.

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

  Χαρμονικός, 7, ov, glad, joyful, Procl., Theod. Prodr. Adv. --κῶς, Ducas. Χχαρμοσύνη, 7), joyfulness, delight, Plut. 2. 1102 A, Orph. H. 59, 4, Lxx (1 Regg. 18. 6, Jer. 33. 10). χαρμόσυνος, 7, ov, joyful, glad, χαρμόσυνα ποιεῖν to make rejoicings, Hdt. 3. 27; where Schweigh. would supply ἱερά, cf. Plut. 2. 362 D. χαρμό-φρων, ovos, 6, ἡ, (φρήν) heart-delighting, or of joyous heart, epith. of Hermes, ἢ. Hom. Merc. 127. χἄροποιέω, to make joyful, delight, Symm. V. T., Byz. Χἄροποίημα, τό, joy caused to any one, =dyaantapa, Zonar. χἄρο-ποιός, dv, causing joy, gladdening, ὀφθαλμοί Lxx (Gen. 49. 12), cf. Schol. Il. 13. 82, Suid. :—cf. Χοροποιός. χἄροπός, 7, dv, also ds, dv, Arat.1152: (χαρά, ὥψ):---- οἸαα-ογοα ; hence bright-eyed, χαροποὶ λέοντες Od. 11. 611, ἢ. Merc. 569, Hes. Th. 321, etc. ; so of Ajax, βλέποντος χαροποῖς τοῖς ὀφθαλμοῖς ὑπὸ τὴν κόρυν, οἷον of λέοντες ἐν ἀναβολῇ τοῦ ὁρμῆσαι Philostr. 718 (ν. χάρων 1); κύνες h. Hom. Merc. 194; θῆρες Soph. Ph. 1146; of the eyes of Athena, Theocr. 20. 25, Luc. D. 19.1; of monkeys (where the Spartans are meant), Ar. Pax 1065; of serpents, Anth. P. 10. 22; of horses, Opp. C. 4. 113; τὸ χαροπὸν αὐτοῦ καὶ γοργόν Philostr. 79. 8; x. βλέπειν Id. 805.—The word did not at first denote any definite colour, but ex- pressed the bright glare of the eye in beasts of prey :—later, however, it denoted light-blue or grayish colour, much like γλαυκός, with which it is identified by Hipp. Epid. 3. 1ogo; and the same thing follows from its usage with respect to Athena (ν. supt.), and esp. from the line, ὄμματά μοι γλαυκᾶς χαροπώτερα πολλὸν ᾿Αθάνας Theocr. 20. 25 ; so also of the Germans, v. χαροπότης. It is, however, distinguished from γλαυκός by Arist. H.A.1.10,1,G.A.5.1,20.—Late Poets, keeping tothe etymol. sense, use it of the eyes of youths, sparkling with joy, joyous, gladsome, Theocr. 12. 35, Auth. P.5. 153,150; so also x. ἠώς, x. σελήνη, Ap. Rh. 1. 1280, Q. Sm. Io. 337; while others use it solely of colour, esp. of the sea, Anth, P. 12. 53, cf. 9. 36, Orph. Arg. 260, Anacreont. 57. 11; so, χαροπ- ὦτερον μελαίνεσθαι (of the eyes) Heliod. 2.35. V.Lucas Qu. Lewil. § 53.sq. χἄροπότηΞς, nTos, 7, brightness of eye: a light-blue colour, used by Plut. Marius 11, to designate the eyes of the Germans, called by Tacitus truces et caeruler oculi, cf, Plut. 2. 352 Ὁ :—generally brightness, E.M, χάροψ, οπος, 6, ἡ, poet. for χαροπός, Opp. C. 3. 114. χαρτάριον, τό, Dim. οἵ χάρτης, Anth.P.12.208. Χαρτάριοσ, 6, =Lat. chartarius, C. 1. 3310 (where xaprapis). χαρτηρία, 7,=sq., Lxx (3 Macc. 4. 20). χάρτη, 77,=sq., a sheet of paper, to which the Stoics compared the soul at birth, dub. in Plut. 2. goo A.

• From Shunned (2018)

  What an appealing, approachable image. I still spoke of God as a He, more out of habit than out of belief, and whether he was a he, a she, or a benevolent force was not something I was ready or able to define. But I could agree that everything I observed in the natural world showed evidence not necessarily of a creator, but of dynamism and artistry. This was a God, a Source, I could relate to. And if God is a Great Artist, and artists like other artists, maybe, just maybe, God liked and cared about me. It was my own private Sally Field moment. God likes me. He likes me! He really, really likes me! How different this was from the jealous old Jehovah of my former faith. This God could meet me in the field of creative expression, absent “shoulds” and rules and preconceived form. The very idea pierced a hole through my guilt and spiritual neurosis, a fresh breeze swirling through the sacristy. Could it be that simple? Was God truly a benevolent artist, up in heaven, donning a beret and painter’s smock, cheering me on? Years later I would see this as a morphing of the concept of God as a male personage, but at least this version didn’t give a damn about my sins—he just wanted me to take a shot with this fresh canvas. If so, and please let it be so, I thought, it changes everything. After that, every escapade into the world held potential to touch the divine. I sat ten feet from Amhad Jamal as he pounded the ivories in a passionate tribute to Miles Davis and wondered how many angels were dancing on his shoulder. I shimmered and swayed with the crowd as B. B. King stroked Lucille and made her wail, lowering my head from time to time to sip a cold beer beneath the layer of smoke filling the bar. Walking through a Degas exhibit at the Art Institute, I was struck by his midlife transition from paint to bronze sculpture, drawn as he was by a strong internal directive, the call of spirit, to shift to a new medium. Watching Aretha Franklin belt out “Respect” in the summer breezes of Petrillo Music Shell, I decided that if there was such a thing as reincarnation, I wanted to return as one of her backup singers. There were lesser-known and esoteric attractions to enjoy, like Howard Levy’s funky harmonica, Béla Fleck’s jazz banjo, and the handmade jewelry and textiles on display in the street booths of the summer art fairs.

• From Shunned (2018)

  Amen. That day at the office, I was buoyed by a new sense of lightness and freedom and found myself looking forward to the commute home, when I could listen to more “church services” in my car. That day I heard a totally new description of “sin” as an archery term, and of “missing the mark” as a mistake in perception, losing sight of our essential goodness, or that of others. The god Marianne described doesn’t get angry when we take detours; he doesn’t see sins as mistakes he wants to punish. Our only mistake is thinking God ever condemned us in the first place. It was the most radical description of God I’d ever heard. Deep parts of me that had been tense and apologetic for months began to loosen and warm. Everything she was saying was exactly what I wanted to hear—which made me suspicious. I’d been trained to see the duality, the struggle between good and evil, Jehovah and Satan, the congregation and the World, true religion and false. And here was someone telling me these were perceptions based on fear, creating an illusion of separation—a very harmful dream that was responsible for a great deal of suffering. I wasn’t able to embrace—or even understand—everything she was saying, but I was drawn to it. My innate wisdom—the same small voice that had told me to leave my religion one year earlier—encouraged me to keep listening, to mull it over. If God was indeed patient, and I was entitled to the dignity of my own process, then time was on my side. And yet, for reasons unexplainable in the moment, that very Sunday, I returned to the Kingdom Hall. It had been a brutally cold February, and I’d spent most of that weekend indoors and alone, curled up with the cat, doing laundry, eating, and reading. I longed to get out of the house and be in familiar surroundings, where a few friendly people might say hello to me by name. My homing device for “community” was still wired for the Kingdom Hall. I was experiencing guilty pleasure from listening to the lectures on the Course in Miracles and suspect I wanted to attend a meeting to see if I could capture anything redeeming from the sermon, anything at all to draw me the way the Course was drawing me. Ten minutes before the service was to begin, I walked into the foyer of the Kingdom Hall. I was relieved to see Deborah and Ray standing by the coat rack, peeling off layers of coats, hats, and scarves.

• From Lit: A Memoir (2009)

  Into the night, Mother sat in the rocking chair in her studio, poking at the wood fire, reviewing the tale for some shifting configuration of Lecia and Tex and me. With each version, a new detail emerged—the snow in her hair as she came into the cleared house; the photo of Tex in a sailor suit she’d hoarded; how thick the custody papers were as she tore them—her hands were sore for days. For decades we’d watched her portraits start with fluid ocher streaks, marveling as each layer of paint drew from the violent slashes a particular shrimp boat, say, down to its last bolt. So for a week or so, with every retelling, Mother herself got more real. Before I left after ten days or so, she’d moved way closer to the front of her face. Back in the Midwest, I bounced into Tom Sawyer’s office like somebody who’d thrown down her crutches to start tap-dancing. He’d been so right. It wasn’t my fault, Mother’s madness. Cured, I declared myself. Not long after, the low-residency grad school in Vermont I hadn’t believed existed took me on probation, no doubt due to puffed-up references from Walt and Etheridge. I kept living in Minneapolis, teaching there. But twice per year I went to Vermont for a few weeks—poetry camp, I called it. Age twenty-three, I walked into a decrepit mansion on a campus approaching bankruptcy. (The college would officially fold the year I graduated.) The chintz sofas were faded. The French-pleat drapes were missing a few hooks. The white wine came from a gallon jug and left the taste of pennies in your mouth. To get there, I’d drawn from a grubstake I’d cobbled together trucking crawfish from Louisiana for my sister’s newly acquired farmer husband—the Rice Baron, I called him. Back then nobody had heard of the teachers whose red ink so bloodied the poems and essays I turned in. Bob still worked construction in the summer to feed his four kids. My thesis advisor, Louise, baked ornate pastries at home, then sold them in local shops or restaurants. Heather had one slender volume and was better known for her wicked pool moves. Frank played jazz piano in a Boston bar on weekends. Ray had almost won a big prize for the dog-eared paperback of stories I’d been hauling around, but he still crashed in a sleeping bag on my floor when he was in Minneapolis. Two brothers, Toby and Geoffrey, hadn’t published their memoirs yet. A poet named Ellen Byant Voigt had gathered up this crew about five years before they started dragging Pulitzers and presidential awards and genius grants in their wake. Easily the least prepared person to study with this august—if not yet anointed—company, I drank like a fish during residencies. Classes ran all day. Parties went till dawn, and I got to hear storytellers of the first order practice their craft.