Word: following
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Just as important to Ulbricht's hopes of keeping the lid on in East Germany was another lesson taught at G.S.T.: how to take orders. "G.S.T. training," said Defense Minister General Heinz Hoffmann, "must also accustom the young continually to firm discipline and order, and teach them to follow orders of the trainers with respect and without discussion." That, too, had an all too familiar ring...
...most baffling question of all about the ground war is raised by the Communists' much-heralded "third offensive" against Saigon. Anticipated as a follow-up on the February Tet offensive and the second-round attack against the capital in May, it has been thought imminent since mid-August. Yet there is still no clear sign that it is coming; in fact, the pressure is off Saigon and the other major cities. Saigon has not been shelled in three weeks...
Popping Fuses. The ground rules called for the two cars, heading in opposite directions, to follow the same route, which would have a total of 53 stations where their batteries could be recharged. The floor of Caltech's minibus was covered with 20 lead-cobalt batteries, on top of which were pads where off-duty drivers slept. M.I.T.'s team borrowed a set of $20,000 nickel-cadmium batteries. Characteristically, the engineers used linear equations to work out a handicap system...
Gift of God. It all happens sooner now. Denny McLain is only 24. And not since blue-bearded Sal Maglie, who used to point his glove like a pistol at the batter's heart during his follow-through, has there been an angrier, more arrogant or more confident man on the mound. A chunky, 5-ft. 11-in. 190-pounder, McLain stands there stiff-backed, briefly fingering the resin bag before throwing it violently to the ground. Like a high-school wise guy, he tilts his cap so far down over his eyes that he has to cock his head...
Fourteen lines follow this breathless passage before the sentence finally reaches a period. Even the reader who has earned his explorer's badge in trackless writing may have some initial trouble with such prose. Giuseppe Berto, whose writing career began in 1948 with an excellent war novel, The Sky Is Red, unveiled his new nonstop style in Incubus (TIME, Feb. 4, 1966), a remorseless account of a screenwriter's experience with psychoanalysis. Paradoxically, the method turns out to be better suited to a much more commonplace story, where radical style refreshes a traditional subject...