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Curses & Scars. As the children grew up, their view of the outside world-except on extremely rare occasions-was through a hole in the iron door less than an inch in diameter. All day the family worked to help father make poison-from 5 a.m. to dusk. The youngsters got no schooling; their vocabularies were not more than 300 words, and they cursed as a matter of course. Their necks were dotted with small scars where their father had pressed his. knife a bit too hard instilling discipline: no whimpering for more food, no asking...
With a straight face, Gart passed on this conservative tip to Contribut ing Editor Ed Jamieson in Manhattan, who wrote the cover story. Jamieson was also born in Boston, went to Bos ton University, thinks that one of the world's fairest sights is Boston Com mon at dusk...
...accomplish "nothing at all, since he is thinking of the end before he has made a beginning." Yet, though Leonardo did leave his St. Jerome unfinished, the whole range of human virtue, from leonine passion to saintly devotion, is here made manifest. Animal and intellectual interlock. The gold of dusk suffuses an image of human reverence that remains, for all its seeming tentativeness, wondrously whole, complete as it was thought...
...whole day they will prepare themselves for the paschal sacrifice by eating only milk products. Then, two hours before dusk, the men, in red tarbooshes and starched, white, ankle-length robes, will assemble around a shallow trench. Chanting the Pentateuch and ancient Hebrew prayers, they will wait until dusk, then bring the lambs to the edge of the trench and cut their throats (Exodus 12:6). Fathers will mark the foreheads of their first-born sons with blood. The priests will hand around bitter herbs and unleavened bread. The slaughtered lambs will be cooked. Facing the summit of the mountain...
...broad-beamed U.S. Navy missile-test ship Norton Sound pulled away from her dock at Port Hueneme, Calif, shortly after dusk one day last August, a dockhand bellowed to Captain Arthur Gralla, the skipper: "What time tomorrow ya coming back, captain?" Yelled Gralla in reply: "I'll let you know." To all appearances, Norton Sound was off on another of her one-day, routine, rocket-testing trips to the Navy's offshore test range. But Gralla knew, even before opening the sealed orders in his cabin, that Norton Sound would not be docking at Port Hueneme (pronounced...