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Terrorist bombings have become familiar events to everyone but survivors near by. For them, something in reality irrevocably snaps in the explosion: "All they could speak of, if they could speak at all, was the road tipping, or a chimney stack silently lifting off the roof across the way, or the gale ripping through their houses, how it stretched their skin, thumped them, knocked them down, blew the flowers out of the vases and the vases against the wall. They remembered the tinkling of falling glass all right, and the timid brushing noise of the young foliage hitting the road...
...neighbors smelled it," explained a police officer, "and thought it was some kind of gas coming up through the chimney. So they called the gas company. The gasmen went there but couldn't figure out what it was. They called the fire department. The firemen couldn't figure it out. So they called us. We came out and said, 'We know what...
...bath. There is a final thank-you to "Lord Olivier," and he utters a sound, difficult to describe but impossible to forget, somewhere between a sorry sigh and an angry bellow. "Lord Olivier becomes a bit boring, you know." Then, as he tells everyone but delivery boys and chimney sweeps, he says: "Call me Larry." -By Gerald Clarke
...chapter's conclusion has the weight and shape of Waugh, the critic of modernism and the Age of the Common Man: "He was aware of a new voice in his inner counsels... a voice, as it were, from a more civilized age as from the chimney corner in mid-Victorian times there used to break sometimes the sardonic laughter of grandmama, relic of Regency, a clear, outrageous, entirely self-assured disturber among the high and muddled thought of her whiskered descendants...
...order to prove this point, I recently journeyed to the North Pole to conduct an exclusive interview with the one and only real Santa Claus. Upon arriving in the arctic wasteland, I quickly spotted a candy-striped house with a wisp of smoke rising from the chimney. Trudging toward it through the ice and snow, I heard a chorus of high-pitched angry voices. As I approached the source of this racket, I discerned a circle of tiny persons, marching determinedly while chanting, "Elfin power, elfin power!" I crossed the picket line and was assailed with snowballs...