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...most vivid literary images are devoted to the military art. "Guerrillas," he once wrote, "should be as cautious as virgins and as quick as rabbits . .. [They] are like innumerable gnats which, by biting a giant in front & rear, ultimately exhaust him." He exulted in armed struggle: "A Communist war which lasts ten years may be surprising to other countries, but for us this is only the preface . . . Historical experience is written in blood and iron." No warlord has left a more gory trail of death than Mao, not since the mad General Chang Hsien-chung, who slaughtered 30 million...
...Throne Room. John Hartford moves at a pace that would exhaust younger men. In good weather he walks the 18 blocks from his weekday suite at the Plaza Hotel to mid-Manhattan's Graybar Building, throne room of A & P's vast empire. At 9:30 sharp he strides through one of Ralph Burger's offices, turns right into his own thickly draped, richly paneled office. At 11:05 a.m., Mr. George arrives. Not till both are in can any important matter be settled. Since they share equal power in A & P's affairs, both must...
...Real Toot. The fiction, moreover, is in good part fact. Novelist Schulberg* was one of the young devotees who in the early '30s sat around Novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald in Hollywood, watched his creative fires exhaust themselves under the Hollywood pot, and remembered how those fires had lighted a generation on its way in such novels as This Side of Paradise and The Great Gatsby...
...banks of the Connecticut River. Oldtimers who examined the concrete-lined testing chambers, in which jet engines will roar full blast in a gas-swirled inferno, were reminded of a classic Pratt & Whitney story. A wartime visitor to the plant, watching blue flames flickering from an engine's exhaust, remarked brightly: "Actually, you people simply are trying to contain and control fire, aren't you?" Replied a Pratt & Whitney veteran: "Yes, and that's simply all the devil has to do in hell, too, as I understand...
Clockwise. The average tourist (who, in 1950, had begun looking for bargains again) would disregard them all. If he lived in the country he would head for a big city-despite the heat, the crowds and the stench of exhaust fumes. If he lived in a city he would head straight for mosquitoes, poison ivy and a bull that wanted to gore Junior. He would travel by car, visit a national park if he could, and a relative if he couldn't avoid it, and almost always he would drive clockwise around a circular or elliptical route...