Word: enoughs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...ciel is one of the biggest climaxes in a score that sometimes seems to be nothing but climaxes. But Verdi and Librettist Arrigo Boito knew that after the massive choral scene in Act III, enough was enough. Hence the rightness of the subdued, wistfully melancholy fourth act, a sort of spacious postlude. This act is Desdemona's great moment. Soprano Gilda Cruz-Romo made the most of it, although in the earlier acts her singing had somewhat lacked color and shading. Poignant and dignified, she spun out the Willow Song and Desdemona's final prayer in long, crystalline...
...military seems to be coping well enough with the pregnancy problem. Few officers think it has much effect on efficiency, and most seem ready with a stiff-upper-lip comment. Says one American general in Germany: "It has never impacted on readiness." Rear Admiral Hogg thinks the Navy is just as shipshape with mothers on board. Says he: "The people in the Navy look on motherhood as being compatible with being a woman...
...idea of going for broke: Perhaps we should combine an attack on the Cambodian sanctuaries with resumption of the bombing of North Viet Nam as well as mining Haiphong? The opposition would be equally hysterical either way. I replied that we had enough on our plate; we would not be able to sustain such a gamble...
...right to determine their own political future. The DMZ would be respected. The U.S. would pledge to aid in reconstruction efforts.] The agreement reflected a true equilibrium of forces on the ground. If the equilibrium were maintained, the agreement could have been maintained. We believed Saigon was strong enough to deal with guerrilla war and low-level violations. The implicit threat of our retaliation would be likely to deter massive violations. We had no illusions about Hanoi's long-term goals. Nor did we go through the agony of four years of war and searing negotiations simply to achieve...
...between Feb. 21 and April 4, 1970. On a weekend or holiday, to provide better cover, I would leave Washington on one of the presidential fleet of Boeing 707s. It would land at Avord, a French air force base in central France. My plane would touch down just long enough to let me off; it would then proceed to Frankfurt's Rhein-Main Airport. I would have transferred meanwhile to a Mystère 20 executive jet belonging to President Pompidou for the flight to Villacoublay Airport, a field for private airplanes near Paris...