Word: ancients
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...where Temple Fielding comes in. Fielding sells more general guidebooks than any other American writer, cares not a whit about Europe's treasures. He dismisses the Louvre in 16 lines, half of which are devoted to its snack bar, and his principal comment about the ruins of ancient Rome is that "there's a remarkable permanency about the Colosseum." Fielding's forte-is leading his readers ("the normal Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Middletown, U.S.A.") gently by the hand to a real wingding of a time. He directs them to restaurants that will give them...
...deny that the Trib is financially weak indeed. "Maybe they think that in this pale stone," he wrote, "there is another drop to be squeezed out. There isn't. The newspapers of this city, for all the fact of the competition among them and the ancient work practices they are forced to follow, have the most expensive union contracts in the country...
...myth, like Santa Claus. The God myth is dying, with our energetic help. The myth was born in the minds of ignorant, superstitious Stone-Age men and has been exploited by ancient and modern witch doctors to the immense profit of the priest clan. The modern preacher finds the glorification of his imaginary god less profitable than support of civil rights and social reforms; hence his slogan, "God is dead...
...played fitfully across his cheeks. Between moves, he toyed with a fan. In every other respect, Ryuji Iyeda last week remained glacially calm. Only 28, he was taking on nine of the best Go players simultaneously in Manhattan's Nippon Club. But then Iyeda has been playing the ancient Oriental board game constantly since he was eight, now ranks as a fifth Dan professional (ninth Dan is highest) in his native Japan, where Go has been the national indoor game for as long as anybody can remember. Besides, this time was really only a warmup: later, in his three...
Plots & Gloats. Author Griffin prints his story on a huge and variegated back cloth as complex as the ancient, untidy city that it portrays. It recounts history, both ancient and modern, and includes a decayed family of vulpine, voracious aristocrats who are scram bling madly for possession of a disputed inheritance; an oily industrialist who is patiently plotting to marry his fatuous daughter to the family's weak-minded young heir; a bumbling, gentle pedant who is complacently gloating over a fortune to which he does not yet have legal title, and as lusty a collection of blackmailers, murderers...