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Meanwhile, over a radius of 35 miles, the crater has laid a blanket of ash, like black snow. It blackens people's faces so they look like coal miners, crushes roofs, kills trees, in some places is piled to rooftop height. Near the base of the crater, where the scientists, keeping an eye out for falling bombs, have been working, steam and gas pours from deep holes (fumeroles) with red-hot sides. Said Dr. McGrew: "This seemed like a glance into Hades." Though El Monstruo has spread terror among the Indian natives, birds and animals seem unperturbed, and spiders...
Hunger and Heartbreak. He lived for a year and a half in the slums of London. He lived on tea and buns, learned what it felt like to faint from hunger. He rented an abandoned studio, slept on the models' stand, with a moth-eaten bearskin for a blanket. When his salary at a press-clipping agency was upped to 30 shillings a week, he was in clover. In Sussex, in a farmhouse that had once been a priory, in a big sunny room with casement windows, he wrote his first, brilliantly titled, critical book, The Wine...
Both Patton and Hodges were 24 to 48 hours ahead of SHAEF communiques. General Eisenhower again had put a security blanket over their most advanced plunges. Front reports had Patton patrols near Strasbourg, near Saarbrücken ; placed Hodges' spearheads close to the Belgian-German border...
Hope seemed chiefly propped up by secret weapons still to be revealed. There was a report of a fiery cloud, a secret gas to be released from planes. As it sank to the ground, other planes would pour incendiary bullets into the mass, turning it into a vast flaming blanket. Said the Vienna edition of the Volkischer Beobach-ter: "Our intention is to surprise the enemy with something absolutely new. Weeks or months may pass before the moment comes. These will be the hardest period of the war for us." Said 55 Writer Joachim Fernau: "Within six months all Germans...
Flashes of Light, Sound of Guns. We looked at copies of L'Humanite, the old-time Communist newspaper, now published again in its old building, and of Ce Soir. We lent a blanket to a woman of the Resistance who was spending her last night in four years away from Paris on the back seat of a small car. Then as darkness fell we spread our bedrolls beside the road to Paris and lay there under the starry sky and the low moon. From beneath the Big Dipper came occasional flashes of light. Artillery sounded in the distance...