Word: corners
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Because of an old wound, Terrorist Lo cannot smile, but only grimace, and he speaks through clenched teeth out of the corner of his mouth. A chain smoker, heavy drinker and woman chaser, Lo has made a unique contribution to Marxist dialectics: he invented "the deviation of boundless magnanimity" (i.e., being too soft on counter-revolutionaries), a deviation which had to be "discovered and resolutely corrected." Though now a full general and recently decorated, Lo still lacks high party rating (he is one of 27 alternates of the Central Committee), and Mao still keeps much of the secret political...
...tons). In Washington last week Government agencies were uniformly hopeful that the copper squeeze will end by midyear as a result of increased supply and slackening demand in some industries. However, few users put off orders in the hope that plentiful copper is just around the corner. Even without strikes, many argued, long-term demand for consumer goods in the U.S. and underdeveloped countries abroad will continue to keep the pressure on price and supplies...
...duty as an officer in British West Africa during and after World War I. In A House of Children, written in 1941 and now published in the U.S. for the first time, Novelist Gary summons up memories of a rollickingly un-Victorian childhood in Ireland. Calling himself Evelyn Corner, Joyce Gary relives a child's world where every dawn is Christmas morning, with its stockingful of pranks and projects, all observed with passionate curiosity...
Evelyn is one of a dozen Corner cousins, ranging in age from just-walking to just-wedding, who spend summers together on the west coast of Ireland. Huck Finn himself would like the way the Corners grow. "We shrieked together in joyful terror . . . Black bilge water, floating dirt and oil and fish scales had spurted through the [boat's] gratings, and into this we slid." "Harry wore [an old cavalry] sabre, but not before I had nearly killed him with it by a blow which might have split his skull...
...Yeah? This is Holden. Yeah, Marty. Hold it a sec." The muscular man with the hard eyes palms the phone. "I'll take those letters now, Miss Moller." The voice is hard, too, even sexy in a nasal way. Holden flips a Parliament into the corner of his mouth. "Marty? Shoot." Miss Moller brings the letters. Holden stands up suddenly and paces the floor, still listening. His brogues gleam richly on the broadloom, his tie is tensed into a merciless Yale knot. "Yeah, boy. Versteh. Versteh." He sits down, props the phone with his left shoulder, reads the letters...