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...challenge to the imagination and to the will. And in many ways, it was strangely beautiful. Even now, if you look beyond the gray tangle of freeways, past the checkered patterns of tract houses, through the brown veil of smog even now, some of the beauty remains. In the dawn, the air is pale and still; only the eucalyptus trees stir, their leaves flickering silver high up in the new light. With the sun warm at your back, you can look to the east and see snow glinting white on the distant mountains. At dusk, the hills lie gentled, their...
...this city is overwhelming. It is the dominant note of Richard Nixon's first day in Peking. The huge, roaring, dazzling spectacle of the presidency that has mesmerized whole nations is simply swallowed up in China. It is muffled, shrouded, forced into surrealism. Peking is silent at dawn. It is hushed at noon. If there is a rush hour, it is imperceptible. Reporters huddle in the cold on the steps of the Great Hall waiting-one hour, two hours. What is wrong? Nixon ill? Trouble in Viet Nam? This sort of void in awareness does not happen in this...
Others followed, few of them in the liberal mold of most existing Jewish journals. Berkeley produced the ultraprogressive Jewish Radical, Long Island University the conservative Dawn, Boston the polished, thoroughgoing genesis 2. The Jewish Liberation Journal, one of the few with a national circulation, began to bestow a nose-thumbing "Uncle Jake Award"; one in 1971 went to a Philadelphia Jewish group that gave a $50-a-plate dinner for then Police Commissioner Frank Rizzo, the hard-line law-and-order man who is now the city's mayor. At Washington University in St. Louis, a periodical appeared under...
...controversy of future events, 1905 was clearly Trotsky's year. At the time of the St. Petersburg uprising, he was 26 and highly regarded for his political journalism. ("The Pen is here," cried Lenin's wife when a fugitive Trotsky barged into her London apartment at dawn.) While other Russian socialists spent themselves in factional squabbles abroad ("Deal with Russians," said Marx, "and all hell breaks loose"), Trotsky made his way back to St. Petersburg and the action...
...other tales; one of life in a ma triarchal hunting tribe of dawn men, the other a successful drollery about a Roman emperor plagued by a too-clever Greek slave. Nothing here echoes darkly in the mind like Golding's Lord of the Flies, nor is meant to. Small marvels have their value, and these offer an hour's pleasure...