Word: beneath
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Viking Penguin last month, Spycatcher is in its fifth printing; it has already sold 210,000 copies, and next week will rank first on the New York Times best-sellers list. Thousands of copies have crossed the Atlantic: two entrepreneurs were spotted hawking copies of the book for $158 beneath a statue of Winston Churchill, across from Parliament. Last Sunday Labor M.P. Tony Benn read aloud from Spycatcher before a large crowd of journalists and onlookers at Hyde Park's historic Speakers' Corner...
...worth an estimated $500 million, began building high-rises on the dune line in the 1970s. So that people on the lower floors could have an unimpeded view of the ocean, the dunes were simply bulldozed away. Since then, the ocean has come to see the tourists: beneath many buildings, pilings are exposed to the waves. At Garden City, S.C., just south of Myrtle Beach, where big condos dot the waterfront, crumbled seawalls and wrecked swimming pools testify to the power of storms unchecked by protective dunes...
...looks much as it has for decades: office workers queuing up at street-side ice cream stands, red-kerchiefed flocks of Young Pioneers fidgeting in the mile-long line outside Lenin's Tomb, old women sweeping courtyards with twig-bundle brooms, faded red signs proclaiming VICTORY TO COMMUNISM. But beneath the capital's seedy, socialist exterior there is an unaccustomed hum of excitement. Passersby pore over posted copies of Moscow News, marveling at articles on (gasp!) official corruption and incompetence. Once banned abstract paintings hang at an outdoor Sunday art fair. In public parks and private living rooms, families plan...
...piano, sits and begins a short piece by Leos Janacek. He opens the nearest window and begins playing with more authority, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, a hand poised dramatically to flourish over the keys. His eyes open again, and now they glow like coals from beneath the white ridges of his skull. At the finish, some color has returned to his face. "There is no ego now," he says. "For the rest of my life I hope to live with grace, make the best use of my talents and share them with others. That's the greatest...
...language. Some fish in the Sargasso, not true swimmers, need its twisted mass for support; Andrew must trust that he is "lost in the weeds, but swimming." McPherson allows a few jarring coincidences to intrude, but his wise story of longing and limitations shows the disturbances that lie close beneath reflecting surfaces...