Word: grinningly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Unlike Eliot's, Simon Carter's world is inately ludicrous. He is a party to a power struggle between two stock Snow characters, Edwin Leacock (the "ambitious scientist-administrator," confident of imminent success, armed for battle with "bonhomie and grin" and "four-square honesty") and his deputy Robert Falcon (old friend of Carter's, the right sort of person, arrogant, dandyish, famous soldier-explorer, with a head like a ravaged handsome Apollo"). But the struggle is not for control of a ministry or even of an industry, but for the right to guide the destinies of the London...
...woman in a tattered grey coat faced a G.I. bundled on his armored personnel carrier, held out three fresh pink carnations, murmured in German, "I brought you some different colors today; God bless you!" Understanding the sentiment if not the words, the young soldier accepted the flowers with a grin, muttered "Danke schön" proudly stuffed them in the perforated barrel cooler of his 20-mm. cannon. Farther up the street a pack of M48 "Patton" tanks were demurely decorated by jars of bright red asters and daisies perched on their armor...
...course of his tour of Asia last spring, Vice President Lyndon Johnson stopped on a Pakistani roadside to greet an impoverished, illiterate camel-cart driver who had a grin as wide as his handlebar mustache. A true Texan, the Vice President casually invited Bashir Ahmad to "come and see us, heah?" A Karachi columnist picked up the invitation and ran with it: "My, Bashir is certainly lucky. He'll stay at the Waldorf-Astoria." Almost before Johnson could say L.B.J., he realized that his invitation had been accepted, and he was stuck with it. Last week Bashir jetted into...
...thousand years." Grimly the woodcutter chops the bird in half, grimly he sits down to sup with Death. "I knew," he murmurs sadly, "that I should never have a turkey all to myself." Death eyes him quizzically. "Why," he wonders, "did you share the bird with me?" Macario grins a sly peasant grin. "When you appear, there is no time left. I figured that while you ate your half I'd have time to eat mine." Death throws back his head and laughs till the tears of dust run down his stony cheeks. "You have fed me," he says...
...pleased grin creasing his tanned Gaucho's face. Joào ("Jango") Goulart stood before a joint session of Brazil's Congress one evening last week to be inaugurated as President of Brazil. By compromise and adroit political maneuvering, the man considered a demagogue and dangerous leftist by Brazil's conservative military brass was finally installed as the nation's chief executive. His legal powers were sharply limited under a constitutional amendment changing the government from a presidential to a parliamentary system. How much actual power he might wield depended on how well...