Word: hand
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...period after the previous chief executive has departed and before the new one has found his pace. Though Richard Nixon remained fascinated by procedure and form, the predominant note of the week was movement. In both foreign and domestic policy, the U.S. for the first time felt the guiding hand of its new leadership...
That 19th century certitude, of course, should still be supplemented by instinct, another essential trait in an age when the only rapid communications were between a man's brain and hand. Kissinger, in A World Restored, quotes a line from Metternich: "I was born to make history, not to write novels, and if I guess correctly, this is because I know." As he helps Richard Nixon make history, Kissinger will have to make some knowing guesses himself, probably fateful ones. The U.S. can hope that Kissinger, a man of brilliant intellect, will guess correctly?and that Nixon guessed correctly...
Financial Fine Point. Democrat Unruh dismissed the plan as a "fraud" on the ground that all of the surplus?due partly to Reagan-imposed economies, partly to an inflationary increase in revenues?will be on hand at the end of the current fiscal year (June 30). Whether or not that should entitle taxpayers to collect it on this year's tax returns (filing deadline: April 15) may be a fine point of finance, but Unruh was the first to admit that it mattered a great deal politically. "He has no right," he objected, "to keep it in the state treasury...
...opened his eyes, looked at John, and held him by the arm; then he looked at Elizabeth, to whom he had come to feel close, and said, "Thank you, Elizabeth." He held her hand, and then looked around and said, "and all the rest of you too." He saw that everybody was smiling, and then felt within his won body that same high, other-world, free and beautiful feeling that he had seen on other people's faces. He returned to his place in the circle and lay on his back to practice breathing. There was silence in the room...
...fled to Grand Central, the relentless heart of the world, beating us on and on in our journey to the Brain. And there we squeezed on, through track 29, for New Haven, New London, Providence, and Boston. From all walks of life, levelled and commingled by the frozen hand of nature, we battered and battled our ways into the train, and flung ourselves to the hard green bristles of its promiscuous lap. Mingling and yearning, touching and tonguing the mysteries of their separate tunnels of life, they slowly begin, as the train picks up speed, to give of themselves...