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...attempts to shore up the anti-Communist position, the free world came to year's end with a net loss and a troubled outlook in Asia. There was scant hope that the Communists could be prevented from swallowing up all of Viet Nam. There was great danger in the aura of success that surrounded the Communists in the Far East, where the people want to know: Which side will win? Even in Japan, where the West's good friend, Premier Yoshida, was forced to resign, there was new talk of trade and friendship with Red China. On 1954's Asian...
...credo-whether it concerned the right way to kill a bull, track a wildebeest, serve Valpolicella or blow up a bridge. And it was usually the redeeming feature and ultimate triumph of his characters: they might die, but they died with style. They left behind them some aura of virtue, some defiant statement of this-is-the-way-it-should-be-done that amounted to a victory of sorts...
...advocating censure the club can gain "a more favorable position in the Harvard community. . . . The HYRC would not only have more opportunity to obtain faculty speakers and improve University relations which have been undermined by the effort of others in the past, but . . . would also dispel a reactionary aura others have assigned it," the Newsletter continues...
Camara Laye is a young Negro from French Guinea, now studying in Paris, who has written a brief, effective autobiography, THE DARK CHILD (188 pp.; Noonday Press; $2.75). It has an aura of primitive charm that is fully matched by its simple dignity. Laye came from Kouroussa, a town in the interior, where his father was a famous goldsmith. The town was near the railroad and had a hospital and schools, but its inhabitants believed in spirits and magic spells, although they were Moslems. Laye is firmly convinced that his mother had magic powers, tells how even the witch doctors...
...tricky first bars of Weber's Der Freischiitz overture, the French horns were as rich as a Rembrandt painting, and the big string section gave off an aura as warm as the old rose of the eleven cellos. The Concertgebouw made less noise than the best U.S. orchestras, and its climaxes were never ear-piercing. Rather, it seemed to inhale smoothly, reach its peaks easily, then relax with a sigh instead of an exhausted gasp...