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...beautiful widow left destitute by the will of her plutocrat husband. The surreptitious exhumation of a corpse while fog swirls in the phosphorescent light of early dawn. A treasure chest crammed with cash. Innocent children falling victim to a mad scientist in pursuit of the secret of eternal life. A brilliant, tormented young hero who says things like, "Either I am mad and should be committed, or the generations of Pembertons are doomed...
...mangler of sentences at press conferences. Military writers sometimes portray Ike the General as a genial and soothing Alliance board chairman at best, or at worst a glad-handing bumbler. Eisenhower the Supreme Commander was none of those. He was a driving, demanding man of terrific energy: up before dawn, to bed after midnight, chain-smoking four packs of cigarettes, drinking 15 cups of coffee a day. He was a military perfectionist, impatient with his subordinates and a peerless, lucid briefer. He had a volcanic temper he struggled to control but sometimes used as a tool. He was naturally friendly...
...marbled murrelet. Huge, dark shapes began to coalesce in the lightening gray: the enormous trunks of redwoods and Douglas firs. By full light, Thron had tallied 23 calls from murrelets. In this April nesting season, these smallish, fast-flying seabirds trade chores in a quick exchange at dawn. The parent freed of egg-sitting duty arrows off at 55 m.p.h. for Humboldt Bay to fish for breakfast. Thron was pleased; the murrelets are endangered because they need redwood canopies to shield their nest sites from crows and ravens. He had not checked his birds since Thanksgiving because he had been...
...dawn before we landed. At first, everything seemed to be going pretty well: we had good smoke and fog cover. We were told that the troops in front of us were just 150 young German kids with bicycles. But we did not expect the German 352nd Division. So as soon as we hit the beach, we came under heavy fire from a battle-hardened field division. Jesus! Had we known we were up against a crack unit like that, we'd have messed up our pants...
...night (epiphany not too long ago, was it?) i reconciled the false world-historical contradiction between ethics and aesthetics. (irony: the resurgent dawn of nihilism.) I probably should've written it down, but i plead 'catnap': coerion by my spiteful and neglected excuse for a body: the revenge of R.E.M. Or was that a dream? Is not this a dream? Of course, isn't 'sleep' still a prerequiste for 'dreams...