Word: forwardly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Counter was spoken to on Friday beforethat meeting. The chancellor, Murphy, spoke to himand said, `I'm going to forward your name to theBoard of Trustees for approval, will you acceptthe job?' The story is that he said `yes,'"Withers said. "When you get to the point that yourname is going to the board of trustees--that'salmost like a gentleman's agreement...
...There is still some concern about the way inwhich all of this took place. This is not going tostop the college from going forward in its searchfor strong leadership," Reid-Wallace said...
Needless to say, things grow far, far more complicated than this, and DeLillo develops his intricate plot with cinematic bravura. There are flashes back and forward in time, and jump cuts between the conspirators and Oswald, who is growing up to become exactly the kind of person the CIA renegades had planned to invent: a malcontent and misfit with a known fondness for Castro and guns. Slowly, dimly, Oswald begins to realize that he is being watched, people have designs on his destiny. Someone who knows what is cooking spells it out for him: "You're a quirk of history...
Gorbachev is hardly a disinterested party in the matter: failure to modernize the economies and political structures of Moscow's closest trading and security partners would greatly complicate his efforts at home, if not doom them. The big question is whether the leap forward taken in Moscow can provide momentum for the satellites. "This is a watershed moment for all of Eastern Europe," said a Western diplomat in Warsaw. "One way or another, all these regimes must now respond to the reality that Gorbachev has prevailed...
...leaned forward in my chair, a trembling hand outstretched, an insistent question broke through my reverie: "Is everything clear?" "Right you are," I answered smartly. "The new version will be on your desk this afternoon." Back in my office, though, it was hard to concentrate. The little cursor on the blank computer screen blinked incessantly, like an accusing Cyclops. I felt like Sisyphus, endlessly, futilely pushing a rock up a hill. Oh, that I were Nabu, the Mesopotamian god of writing and destiny, whose powers could alter the days allotted to men in this life...