Word: dears
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Biff Bundie, however, was bewildered. "Oh dear," he thought. "I seem to have made yet another mistake." He also turned, and sat down underneath one of the large metal animals that flanked the building, his head cupped dejectedly in his hands...
...SCRIPTURE: When we come to the Bible with our questions-How shall I think of God and the universe? How arrive at the divine?-it answers us, as it were, "My dear sir. these are your problems: you must not ask me! Whether it is better to hear Mass or hear a sermon, whether the proper form of Christianity is to be discovered in the Salvation Army or in 'Christian Science.' whether your religion should be more a religion of the understanding, or of the feelings, you can and must decide for yourself." The Bible tells...
Terrified, the hero requests compassionate leave-he wants to see his dear old mother before he blasts off. Request granted. On the way home the astrochump gets airsick-he doesn't like flying, but there wasn't enough time to go by bus-and is soothed by a beautiful stranger (Dany Saval) with a foreign accent, who calls herself Lyrae and can read his mind. Since the plane carries reading material of obviously greater interest (plane schedules, comic books, etc.), the hero concludes that Lyrae must be a Russian spy. In panic he calls the general...
Best bit: Hutton, as chief of the island's intelligence section, arrests an ancient is lander suspected of consorting with the enemy, waggles a thin Rathboney finger, and grimly begins to interrogate the dear old gentleman. The islander seems willing to talk but he can't talk English. Hutton summons an interpreter who speaks Eng lish and Japanese. The old man can't speak Japanese. Hutton summons an interpreter who speaks Japanese and Carolinian. The old man can't speak Carolinian. Hutton summons an interpreter who speaks Carolinian and a dialect called Charono...
...ideals, and spouts them. His supporters, including Emil Hornstein, his campaign manager, listen with horrified dismay and, unlike the reader, bury their misgivings. The plot is hand-me-down-hostile columnist, incriminating photograph, Communist smear-and between, Traver rambles on with flatfooted passion about half a hundred worthy causes dear to his heart. So dear to his heart, in fact, that Traver (in real life John Voelker) resigned as a justice of the Michigan Supreme Court to write this book. He should have stayed on the bench...