Word: dies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Chinese in times of stress. Thanks to the unique Chinese gift for blending all manner of faiths, Taoism managed to coexist with Confucianism over the centuries. A Chinese in power, it has been said, is a Confucian: out of power, he is a Taoist, and when about to die, a Buddhist. China absorbed Buddhism, too; in China, somehow, the evanescent idea of nirvana became transmuted into a far earthier notion...
...unionist. His bargaining demands are frequently full of innovations. He was one of the first to push for "escalator clauses," which insure that wages rise along with the cost of living. He has sought benefits for those whom he feels are "too old to work and too young to die." Some of these benefits include supplemental social security, medicare and elegant pension plans. He also was a forerunner in obtaining profit-sharing plans and is now atempting to win guaranteed annual wages for his auto workers. But he wants unions to go beyond bread and butter issues and also deal...
Maine to Normandie. If Merritt-Chapman & Scott has to haul down its famous blackhorse house flag, which has waved since Israel Merritt's day, a remarkable tradition will die. When the Maine blew up in Havana harbor, touching off the Spanish-American War, it was Merritt-Chapman that the U.S. Government called on to determine whether the mysterious blast came from inside the hull or outside. Investigators decided that it was external, but some historians still disagree. Years later, the organization was summoned to raise a far bigger hull, the capsized Normandie, which caught fire and turned over...
...within a room to become "the inside of his own skin." His three-year-old son asks him: "You're Mommy, aren't you?" The answer: "No. Your mommy is dead. Understand that! . . . All the mommies are dead. I am a monster who makes all the mommies die; I am a mommy-murdering monster, do you hear?" To his mirrored image: "I am simply trying to discover who I am-in the abstract sense...
...chandelier, the stone lions at the stoep, wine glasses and even books. In the hands of Ferris' son, a potbellied boor named Archie, things fall apart-both literally and figuratively. The piano sinks through the termite-ridden floor, the chandelier is unlit, the glasses are broken, the cattle die of foot-and-mouth disease, and one of the lions is decapitated by one of the characters in a fit of rage. Colonial cafard-suffocating apathy-has set in. Nevertheless, Archie keeps up the forms of the sahib-settler's life. It is a gruesome parody of colonial ritual...