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Dates: during 1970-1979
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John Kennedy learned skepticism about intelligence estimates-and how difficult it is to keep Government secrets -the hard way, from the Bay of Pigs. Eighteen months later, during the Cuban missile crisis, everyone well-connected in Washington knew something was afoot, but no one outside his inner circle was aware of what the reconnaissance photos showed until Kennedy made his announcement on television. Even so, J.F.K. once reflected: "I don't think the intelligence reports are all that hot. Some days I get more out of the New York Times...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: DOES THE PRESIDENT REALLY KNOW MORE? | 5/25/1970 | See Source »

...volcano erupted and covered Pompeii with ash. Eighteen hundred years later, archaeologists found that the Pompeians' bodies, long since dust, had left molds of themselves in the impacted cinders. The scientists poured in liquid plaster, and when it set, the casts were lifted out and put in a local museum...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Ghost Maker | 5/11/1970 | See Source »

...After an eighteen year lapse, which even Seltzer's mellifluous reading of the part of Father Time cannot spare from incredibility, we are treated to the spectacle of Perdita's youthful love for Florizel, the son of Polivenes, her father's brother and amorous rival. Here the production shoots off in the direction of excess...

Author: By James M. Lewis., | Title: The Playgoer The Winter's Tale | 5/4/1970 | See Source »

...began to sound like Lowell, too. Not that I could write the way he could: but I absorbed his diction the way I absorbed the rest of Harvard. And along with his speech. I began to mimic Lowell's aimless guilt and sense of inadequacy; I became tortured, at eighteen. I wanted to check into McLean. I didn't know why any more than I knew what Robert Lowell was talking about, but the vagueness was part of the attraction of the posture. I felt hermetic and estranged and incomprehensible, and that was fine. I was expressing myself in pure...

Author: By Jonathan Galassi, | Title: Writing What to Do About Poetry | 4/17/1970 | See Source »

...back to Park, I saw the sun and reasoned that it must be getting late. And I realized then that I was bored; the excitement was gone. This loss of enthusiasm concerned me since I had more than eighteen hours to go, and I hoped for a derailment or something similar to keep me interested. As it turned out, the whole day passed without a train or a car leaving the tracks. A smelly guy sat down beside me and started reading his Record American...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Red, Blue, Green, Orange-A Subway Odyssey | 4/11/1970 | See Source »

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