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Christopoulos said the blast at 2:05 p.m. (6:05 a.m. EST) blew a 9-by-3-foot hole in front of the plane's right wing...
...gone to the comet," said Carl Sagan. The Cornell University astronomer was one of about 100 foreign scientists who gathered at Moscow's Institute of Space Research to observe the eagerly awaited rendezvous of the Soviet spacecraft Vega 1 with Halley's comet. At 2:30 a.m. (EST) on March 6, as Vega passed within 5,300 miles of Halley's nucleus and as images of the legendary comet flashed on television screens at the institute, Sagan joined the other foreign scientists in applause, while Soviet scientists and technicians hugged and kissed one another...
...cooking for his father, his brother and himself. Even pastries. I had never noticed that he was in the kitchen often, or that he watched or asked me questions and I never tried to teach him. But suddenly, he simply began to cook . . . Il est encore mon petit garcon...
...second time that Paul Laxalt, the Nevada Republican and personal friend of Ronald Reagan's, had spoken that day with Ferdinand Marcos, the beleaguered President of the Philippines. At 2 o'clock (EST) last Monday afternoon, Marcos telephoned Laxalt, who had visited Manila in October as a special emissary, with an urgent question: Was it true, as U.S. Ambassador Stephen Bosworth had told him, that President Reagan was calling for a "peaceful transition to a new government" in the Philippines? While the two men talked, Laxalt said later, it became apparent that Marcos was "hanging on, looking for a life...
Writing in longhand does change one's style, Toad came to believe, a subtle change, of pace, of rhythm. Sentences in longhand seemed to take on some of the sinuosities of script. As he read his pages, Toad considered: The whole toad is captured here. L'ecriture, c'est l'homme (Handwriting is the man). Or: L'ecriture c'est le crapaud (Handwriting is the toad). What collectors pay for is the great writer's manuscript, the relic of his actual touch, like a saint's bone or lock of hair. What will we pay in future years...