Word: doored
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Witnesses testifying against SALT during closed-door hearings of the Senate Foreign Relations and Armed Services committees last week added no fresh arguments to those that had been heard many times. Paul Nitze, former SALT negotiator and perhaps the nation's leading SALT critic, sounded his usual warning that the enormous throw-weight (the capacity of a ballistic missile to deliver a payload) allowed the Soviet Union would "tend to nail down a dangerous strategic imbalance." He urged the Senate to postpone consideration of the treaty until the U.S. has strengthened its strategic forces. But the normally hawkish Armed...
...this week began and the vote counting proceeded at an agonizingly slow pace, it looked as if the President would get his victory-and by more than one vote. Carter did well in the northern Panhandle, next door fo his native Georgia, Kennedy in Gold Coast counties like Broward and Palm Beach; he also made a stronger showing than expected in central Florida. The big surprise was Dade County (Miami), where Kennedy strategists had been hoping for a clean sweep but Carter seemed to be holding...
Judging by its subtitle, "Memoirs of My Father," and its ominous preface, "Opening the Door"--in which the author "thanks God" for his father's death--Geoffrey Wolff's Duke of Deception seems to belong to this nightmares-in-the-nursery trend. But the initial likenesses are misleading; unlike his fellow excavators of the past, Wolff's maturity enables him to emerge--after a respectable period of thrashing--from the muck. He unflinchingly lays out the shoddiest episodes of a shameful upbringing, yet from this scrutiny he extracts a peace with that segment of his life over which...
...with his father's suffocating presence in his life. His exploration avoids morbidly picking at childhood scars; he aims to heal, not dredge up more torment. (His retrospective is infused with realism, tenderness untainted by excessive romaticism, and sadness devoid of self-pity.) Wolff knew when to close the door he pried open so forcefully in his preface...
When the lock clicked, Liddy nudged the door open. He shined the penlight into the dark, revealing familiar furnishings: a washbasin and a toilet. He squatted behind the door and ran his hand along the wall. He silently counted the ceramic tiles, seven across from the right wall, four up from the floor. Liddy picked at the soft plaster until the tile came loose. Again using one of his handmade tools, he removed the tile and slipped it into his coat pocket. Liddy plunged three fingers into the vacant hollow and withdrew a small white paper slip. In the same...