Word: dusts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...mills and bridges, building new cities and rebuilding old ones. On Vladivostok, dozens of new apartment buildings climbed up the wooded hills overlooking Golden Horn Bay. The citizens of Omsk, surrounded by a treeless steppe, were paving more and more streets with asphalt in an effort to end the dust storms that have plagued them for centuries. Irkutsk swarmed with thousands of students beginning the new school year at the city's three universities, two medical colleges and eight technical institutes. On Lake Baikal, the deepest in the world, fishermen cast their nets for the tasty omul...
...helping our cause"), and Magistrate Bertram Reece obliged. Amid gallery cries of "Fascist!" and "Shame!", he imposed a two-month sentence, later reduced to one week for health reasons. Then the frail old man was whisked un ceremoniously away (unknown hands had written three hasty words in the dust on his Black Maria: "Ban the bomb") to Brixton jail. It was a homecoming: Russell had spent six months of World War I there for his pacifist views...
...Moslem. "It's a little grotesque to some people, I guess, but it's real. We knew it wouldn't be a pretty thing, but a person being crucified wouldn't be pretty." Extra touches of realism: dirty toenails (from walking barefoot through the dust) and a dozen or so flies, bought by Father Breitfeller at a novelty store. "Some like that touch and some don't," he reports...
...only once answered a reporter's questions (she was a 16-year-old Windsor, Vt., high school girl who wrote an article for her school paper in 1953). He will turn and run if addressed on the street by a stranger, and his picture has not appeared on a dust jacket since the first two printings of Catcher (it was yanked off the third edition at his request). He has refused offers from at least three book clubs for Franny and Zooey, and has not sold anything to the movies since Hollywood made a Susan Hayward Kleenex dampener...
...still, interminable afternoons of stunning sun, at the choking reek of dung and 'dobe and unwashed Indian, at the scrawny, decent, infrequent girls and the better-than-nothing flirtations, at the payday booze and the leering squaws and the sudden brutal free-for-alls that burst like dust devils out of the general boredom...