Word: desk
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...machine-gun fire, the cries of wounded men. In the next instant, half a dozen mortar shells exploded beneath Ngo Dinh Diem's open window. "We never believed they would dare attack us!" said one of Diem's aides, aghast. But on Diem's shabby desk in Freedom Palace lay the confirmation: "All South Viet Nam will be put to blood and fire," an ultimatum read, "unless you consent to our demands...
...beleaguered man sat in Freedom Palace, small, chunky, tan-tinted and surrounded by a few intimate possessions-a wooden crucifix, a picture of the Virgin, a slide projector, a gaudy spittoon, books entitled Social Justice and Thought of Gandhi. Before him on a shabby desk lay an ultimatum, a blunt threat to tear down the government of South Viet Nam. An odd procession passed in and out of the palace doors for hours on end to deal with the crisis-three of the man's brothers, one in the cloth of a Roman Catholic bishop; his beautiful, politics-minded...
...crocodiles. Together, the sects have private armies of some 40,000 men. Their leaders, now losing the subsidies and prerogatives accorded to them by the French colonials, are dangerous. "Reorganize your government within five days," said their ultimatum. "Replace it with one that is suitable." The man at the desk bristled with stubborn irritation. "While we permit ourselves foolishness like this," he snapped, "there is a monolith against...
...same cupboards just the same skeletons? Why do all the characters, irrespective of age and class, talk the same language in novel after novel? And why is the terrible secret that they are always hiding always exposed in the same crude, naive way? "There was a letter in the desk; it was hidden by some broken wood," says Rosebery in Mother & Son, explaining how he discovered that the man he has always called "Father" is not really his father after...
Author Compton-Burnett has used the same revealing piece of wood off and on for 20 years, sometimes broken in a desk, sometimes built into a locked drawer-though once, admittedly, it was widened and made into a bridge over a ravine: the result was nearly neck-breaking. The nearest equivalent to this slice of timber is the distaff which the Greeks put in the hands of the Fates-and man's fate, in the Greek sense, is in fact the essential clue to the mystery of Author Compton-Burnett's long (15) line of novels...