Word: feare
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Nothing to Fear. In 1967, Santa Barbara officials, fearing that oil rigs offshore would pollute local waters, persuaded the Interior Department to create a two-mile buffer zone beyond the state's demarcation line where no drilling could take place. When oil slicks began to appear along the shoreline last year, Santa Barbara begged then...
...buffer, which would have encompassed the area occupied by the Union Oil rig and avoided the present disaster. Udall assured the town officials that the Federal Government would keep a close eye on the drilling. "Always, Interior and oil officials led us to believe we had nothing to fear," says Santa Barbara County Supervisor George Clyde. The Government, of course, profited by the drilling; last year it made $1.6 billion in rentals, royalties and bonus payments from the Santa Barbara concession. The block that included the leaky Union well was good for $61.4 million in bonus revenues to the Federal...
...talked to Paul for a while and climbed into bed--and it was then, in the darkness, that the fear hit, hit as it never had before. "Jesus!" He leaped from his bed and turned on the light. His whole body had been covered with spiders and snakes and maggots--he had suddenly felt himself part of a swarming, clawing, terrifying bed of slime and dirt. The boy remembered a short story he had read once about a man in a cave filled with spiders. What had there been on the other side of that mountain...
...classic Freudian trip, Paul said, that rarely happened any more. Usually, modern hang-ups take on images of abandonment, running away, loss--but not head-on confrontations with the beasts of darkness. They both laughed about that. Then the boy cried for a while--simply out of fear, and at the gradual perception of his own smallness and his needs. He thanked God that Paul was there, for without him there would have been nothing...
...thicker. He could feel dirt and little stones in his boots, could feel the dirt rubbing its way into his injured toe; and for one fleeting instant, as he stared at the underbrush, the roots and vines started to move. "The spiders!" he cried to himself. But as the fear of the night before returned to him, he heard himself breathing. "No." He shouted, looking straight ahead. "I am safe in my breathing. Whatever happens I am safe in my breathing, and nothing can touch me." He began to climb...