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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...notion of an entity called Asia is a Western fiction, it is a fiction that many Asians now support-to assert unity against the West. In South Viet Nam recently, a Japanese journalist was taken out on patrol. The Vietnamese captain of the patrol spoke neither Japanese nor English but managed to tell his guest through a U.S. interpreter: "You're an Asian. You can really understand...
...wear, eat, read, buy, say and even feel. "One should not have more corn growing than one can get in," he reminded himself. "I should live no more than I can record and leave nothing of myself hidden." A confessional impulse of such intensity was something new in English writing. "Boswell scanned the swarming variety in his own nature," says Pottle, "with the pleased detachment of a naturalist watching a sectioned anthill." But he also scanned life with a quick delighted eye. "I can tune myself so to the tone of any bearable man I am with," he wrote proudly...
...Lambrettas, the low-cost scooter that in the 1950s helped put every paisano in the driver's seat, but which were only a small part of his $500 million empire producing steel tubing, heavy machinery, steel furnaces (including a recently completed $400 million steel mill in Venezuela) and English Austins and Mini-Minors with zippy Latin bodies; of a heart attack; in Milan...
...Boswell (1740-95) has done most of his growing in the grave. Until he died, his Life of Samuel Johnson was more esteemed as a feat of stenography than as a work of literature. In the 19th century, the book was accurately revalued as the first great biography in English, but its author was dismissed by proper Victorians as a whoremongering buffoon. "Servile and impertinent," Lord Macaulay called him, "a bigot and a sot, a talebearer, a common butt in the taverns of London." But Boswell was to have the last word -in fact, several million of them...
...candle," he snarled, "than leave it to stink in a socket." In London later that year, the talent was further tried by a man who hated Scots and sycophants and saw both in Boswell. "Mr. Johnson," Boswell gasped as he sat gaping at the Grand Cham of English letters, "I do indeed come from Scotland, but I cannot help it." Fixing Boswell with the cold eye of a constable sizing up a fugitive from justice, Johnson applied the famous crusher: "That, Sir, I find, is what a very great many of your countrymen cannot help." But a few minutes later...