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...respects. What it mainly offers for the modern reader is a literate statement of philosophy which finds the middle ground between religious panacea and existentialist despair." This "middle ground" was explained as the fact that "J.B. forgives God. This is not the tragedian's agnosticism or the atheist's bland facility--MacLeish has added to the stature of man at the expense of God. If man can presume to forgive his maker, then his maker, although omnipotent, is no longer omniscient. MacLeish has humanized his God." Anyway, all theological niceties aside, it was felt that J.B. "opens a fresh dimension...
Then, with bland audacity, Red China's latest note hinted at a weird bargain: if India would give up a portion of Kashmir around Ladakh, China might stop its border pressure in India's Northeast Frontier Agency, a region lying 850 miles farther to the east between India and Tibet, whose frontier was settled 45 years ago when the so-called McMahon Line was defined. "If Indian troops may cross at will the traditional and customary Sino-Indian boundary in [Ladakh] for so-called patrolling, then Chinese troops would have all the more reason to come...
...Weird Mob. Some immigrants find the bland phrase "New Australian" as offensive as the "dago" and "hunky" it was designed to replace. "I've been here eight years," complains a Greek, "and they still call me a bloody New Australian. When do I become an old one?" But barriers are breaking down: immigrants now hold 20% of all Australian jobs, and are neighbors of the old in suburban streets. Some 80,000 bachelor immigrants have found native-born wives. They're a Weird Mob, a breezy book about an Italian newcomer's discovery...
...lofty tone and the customary appeal to moderation were both still there, but beneath the bland surface last week the voice of India seemed almost stern...
...year-old men who rule one-third of the earth's people. As lithe girls danced by to the rhythm of bamboo castanets, and nine huge cloth dragons whirled along in pursuit of 60 golden lions, Red China's Mao Tse-tung beamed in the morning sunlight, bland and benign-looking as ever. Beside him, applauding energetically, was Nikita Khrushchev, ruler of all the Russias, who had arrived from Moscow by propjet the day before to help celebrate the tenth anniversary of Red rule in China. Just a step behind the two leaders loomed a tall, gaunt, grey...