Word: frailing
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Since his lonely ordeal in 1962 as the first Negro student at the University of Mississippi, frail, introverted James H. Meredith has felt a messianic call. In a recent book about his Ole Miss experiences, Meredith, now a Columbia University law student, maintains: "Whether it was true or not, I had always felt that I could stop a mob with the uplift of a hand. Because of my 'divine responsibility' to advance human civilization, I could...
...reluctantly and with restraint. The aims for which we struggle are aims which, in the ordinary course of affairs, men of the intellectual world applaud and serve: the principle of choice over coercion, the defense of the weak against the strong and aggressive, the right of a young and frail nation to develop free from the interference of her neighbors...
...Women. "The bandit Tunga Khan won't dare to molest us-we're American citizens," says a frail missionary lady, reeling off exposition at a godforsaken outpost in northern China in the year 1935. Of course, most of the dreadful events thus predicted duly come to pass, and all that remains to arouse sympathy is the plight of some rather interesting actresses, trapped on MGM's chintzy Chinese sound stage with absurd situations, hoked-up direction and dialogue like wet firecrackers...
...frail little visitor, in full military regalia and a Sam Browne belt, stepped majestically into the waiting Bentley in Trinidad-Tobago's capital of Port-of-Spain. Thousands of cheering Negroes lined the streets, and one man gallantly pulled off his shirt and laid it in the path of the visitor's car. Later, 1,100 schoolchildren put on a dance extravaganza. Then, seated on a throne beneath a purple canopy in a makeshift church on Port-of-Spain's outskirts, the visitor watched impassively as incense-swinging priests murmured prayers and the high priest read...
...stench of cordite and the sour-sweet smell of tear gas?the incense of South Viet Nam's political crisis?was missing in Saigon last week for the first time in more than a month. The frail, elegant hands of the Buddhist bonze who had ignited the trouble gestured?and the mobs went home, the air cleared. The crisis itself had not ended, but its course had been changed and channeled, sometimes subtly, sometimes imperiously, by one of South Viet Nam's most extraordinary men. As a result of the power and discipline he displayed in last week's events...