Word: dawn
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Cold Grey Dawn." Wolfe lived his few years as fully as a man can. A physical giant, he was always conscious of being "six-foot-six in a world of five-foot-eight." He loved to drink, to argue the strange vexed state of man "until the cold grey dawn and the last milk wagon have gone by," to prowl the nighttime streets alone, reveling in his aloneness. He quarreled with everyone, then endlessly apologized, and no friendship was safe from his eternal analysis. Maxwell Perkins, Wolfe's editor at Scribner's, once pleaded long before their final...
...glad they're gone, these foreigners." "We don't need them," said Shiaty. "They won't be back." Then he shook hands with the captain and headed down the gangway to the pilot boat. It was 5:30 p.m. His next ship was due out at dawn...
...Stelios Mavrommatis, sentenced to death for shooting at two R.A.F. men (he did not hit them). Fearing a Cypriot demonstration, British troops set up radio posts and roadblocks to guard every approach to the prison. For most of the night there was only deathly quiet. Then, sometime before dawn, through the muffling thickness of the prison walls a macabre chant broke the silence. Some 170 political prisoners shouted in unison, "Eoka, Eoka," and "Down with Harding!" Prison stools slammed against stone walls. At the moment calculated for the hanging, someone cried out "Goodbye, Stelios, goodbye," and then the traps were...
...Jivester. To a chance acquaintance, dapper, potbellied Hussein Suhrawardy would seem an unlikely choice for so forbidding a job. A widower he shuns liquor and tobacco but likes feminine companionship, nightclubs and rumbaing till dawn. He has a concrete dance floor on the roof of his Karachi house, and his record collection includes 1,200 U.S. dance records. When he isn't on the dance floor, Suhrawardy spends most of his time at home in a small bedroom furnished with twin beds. On one he sleeps; on the other, which is piled high with files, telephone books, old magazines...
...writer who had driven himself ("Where do I work?" was the first question he asked of a new house), began to drive others. Friends were taken up and thrown off. He drank like a fish. He called women in the middle of the night to talk until dawn...