Word: doned
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Attorney General John Mitchell. A steady flow of information and decision-demanding paper work comes to San Clemente. Inevitably, however, the President's pace is more selective than when he is in Washington, enabling him to put off some things until tomorrow that might have had to be done today in White House East. And much of the Washington trivia that nibbles at a President's hours is absent: no poster babies, cotton queens or service awards to worry about...
...constant siege of reporters has added to the strain. "I'm just not getting any housework done," Mrs. Kopechne complained. In a way, though, the press does help. "You people have kept us on our toes," she said. "Every once in a while, we get angry and we get mad, and this mad anger we wake up with sustains us through the day. We've reached a breaking point many times, but I'm controlling myself for my husband and he's controlling himself for me. It's holding us together." The worst time...
This cozy quality, alas, has never done the stomach-Steinway much good with serious classical musicians. Its tone, they say, is too wheezily domineering for accompaniment and too monotonous for anything else...
...with an aeroplane like a box kite and bombs the size of tennis balls." The Viper, he admits, gave him a permanent vision of "perfect evil walking the world where perfect good can never walk again, and only the pendulum ensures that after all in the end justice is done." It was Miss Bowen too, apparently, who seduced him into writing. "One could not read her," he remembers, "without believing that to write was to live and to enjoy, and before one had discovered one's mistake it was too late...
...those slightly cracked Englishmen who insist on doing something remarkable largely in order to write a delightful book about how awful it was. At the age of 50, and more out of curiosity than a sense of competition ("For me the question was not whether it could be done, but whether I could do it"), he undertook a 1,100-mile hike from one end of Britain to the other. In the course of it, he managed to be fogbound on Dartmoor, musclebound in Bristol and sodden in Somerset. He was rained upon almost everywhere (though not, oddly...