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...mask of conformity behind which he tried to hide his blackness and was doomed if he did not, so was the fate of the California prison system seemingly sealed by Robert Jackson's son. However, the system was still dealing, and the ace of trump was still in the deck...
...inference she builds a tension around her expatriation. She mentions Canada again in her "Two Campers in Cloud Country," a what-I-did-last-summer-vacation-poem; her "Sleep in the Mojave Desert" harks to Joan Didion's feelings for the deserts of Southern California. One poem "On Deck" opens with "Midnight in the Mid-Atlantic," and in several of her poems the landscapes are interchangeably Massachusetts, Wales, and Ireland. Of the last of these "Wuthering Heights," the most remarkable as a poem, betrays here ambivalence to the wilderness most strongly: "The grass is beating its head distractedly...
...home of one of the barracks' resident generals. This evening, General Raymond G. Davis, Assistant Commandant of the Corps, is giving one for Under Secretary of the Navy John Warner. Just before 9 p.m., the dinner guests are escorted to special reserved seats. Suddenly, on the parade deck, the bugler sounds assembly; the sergeant major strides forward to replace him. With the command, "Post!" the parade is under...
...corps, at the other end, the marching companies move in swiftly, line up and fix silver bayonets on their M-1 rifles. They march in quick 30-inch steps, keeping their feet within two inches of the ground in a motion they call "slide and glide." Momentarily, the parade deck is cast into darkness. High on the ramparts of the east barracks, seven red-coated trumpeters, bathed in a floodlight, blow a fanfare. The musicians of the drum and bugle corps take charge-50 horns and drums sounding and pounding out a rhythm that fills the quadrangle and overflows down...
...smoke flare in case he got lost. Not bloody likely. Standing by, according to the London Times, were "enough assault craft to have assaulted half of southern England." Teeth chattering, the 22-year-old prince was hauled into a boat within 20 seconds, fed soup, and later appeared on deck celebrating the end of his five-month flying course by sipping a suspiciously non-soupy substance. Said his Aunt Margaret: "The whole idea makes me feel sick...