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Ronald Reagan came into office pledging to leave the Soviet Union on the "dustbin" of history, and with his blessing, his minious proceeded to scuttle just about any chance for an accomodation with the evil empire. Granted their chances were not propitious, given the beligerent Russian frame of mind and intransigence on Euromissiles, but they were non-existent under the maximalist approach to arms control favored by Defense Secretary Caspar W. Weinberger '38 and his Svengali, Ricahrd Perle, who have had the President's ear on these matters...
...come to think of it, there is a rather rum do transpiring at a nearish stagger. Jeeves Takes Charge it's called. It's been reconstructed from those books by that Wodehouse fellow, sort of the way you might paste together the torn letters in your lover's dustbin. You can seek it out at the Tasty--no, that's not it--the Hasty Pudding for another two weeks...
...than-photographic detail of the latter. The time is long past when hard-core modernists, secure in their belief that nearly everything England produced between the death of Turner and the arrival of Roger Fry was either hopelessly sentimental or irredeemably quaint, assigned the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood to the dustbin of history. Presumably it will not be long before some canvas by William Holman Hunt or John Everett Millais, the kind one might have got 30 years ago for ?500, becomes the first Pre-Raphaelite picture to fetch a million in the auction room...
...this year's debacle, the all-to-likely disruption of the 1988 Games will probably make permanent the pattern of instability and insure that no nation will risk hosting the Olympics thereafter. According to this line of thinking, it would make sense to consign the Games to history's dustbin right now and forego the future trauma...
This revelation interrupts and transforms Barclay's struggle. An eminent though declining novelist, Barclay has been beseiged by a young American academic, Rick Tucker, who badly wants to be the foremost expert on Barclay. As the novel begins, Barclay discovers Tucker rooting through the dustbin looking for torn-up papers. The incident proves disastrous: after Tucker discovers a letter from an old lover of Barclay's, the novelist's wife leaves him. The scene also gives Golding the chance to satirize culture-vultures. When Barclay expresses his anger, Tucker, "out of the depths of his reverent absurdity," says "'I understand...