Word: celling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Their first two conversations are harrowing. Walled up in a white cell somewhere under Washington, President Fonda speaks steadily and carefully in a voice that is intense but curiously flat, as though every word were crushed by a burden of significance too great to bear. And as the voice drones on and on, pleading and reasoning and pleading, the figure of the actor slowly swells and charges with tension and importance, the presence of the man becomes the person of mankind and his voice the voice of the species pleading for its life. The whole of history seems consummated...
...last Sept. 4 as Aref and most of his Cabinet boarded a Viscount turboprop en route to the Arab summit at Alexandria. The Viscount was to be escorted by a squadron of six MIG fighters of the Iraqi air force-and all six pilots were members of a Baathist cell, who had agreed to blast the presidential plane to bits as it took...
...type of the cussedly independent man. His 22-page letter from jail (Lewis quotes it in full) to Washington Lawyer Abe Fortas, who was appointed to represent him before the Supreme Court, is an autobiographic gem that ranks with the famous letter that Nicola Sacco wrote from his death cell in Boston's Charlestown jail...
Many died for their religious beliefs. Paul Schneider, a Rhineland Protestant pastor who was several times imprisoned for ridiculing the Nazis and collecting money for the Jews, was finally tortured to death in a cell from which he was made to watch the execution of prisoners outside. Each time a man was shot, Schneider's voice thundered over the parade ground: "I have seen this! And I will accuse you of murder before God's judgment seat...
Praise from Country Priests. Since leaving the Dominican order, Hermand has worked part-time as an accountant while studying for a degree in psychology. A TIME correspondent found him sitting in a small, stark, rented room that resembles a monk's cell. A few books lay on an oak table; there was an iron bed, a worn pair of slippers tucked underneath. A tall, narrow, curtainless window looked out on a garden where a summer rain pelted the leaves of a great elm. Rubbing his bald head, Hermand reminisced...