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...cartons, when moth-balls are in the drawers and roommates are leaving for Europe, when the libraries are still and the dining halls are empty, when crushed beer cans dot the riverside and old sneakers lie about the hallways, and when the rooms are empty and Harvard becomes more hollow than ever, some sounds and questions linger...
...they had gone too far. The mild-mannered, hollow-cheeked Gomulka, who had tried to steer a middle course between the extremists of both sides, was stung into an electrifying attack on the Stalinists. "Why, Comrade Mijal," asked Gomulka, "do you all the time insist on including references to the Soviet Union supremacy? We had the example of Rakosi and Gero always using such phrases, and it ended with Soviet tanks at the head of Budapest streets." Confusion fell among the Stalinists when 'one of their number, Franciszek Mazur, a recognized Kremlin agent who flits regularly between Moscow...
...walls, spill out of crates. Weird ceramics stand in disheveled confusion on the floor. The rest of the space is taken up by a litter of objects that Picasso collects compulsively, objects that may set him off on a new theme or be incorporated into a new sculpture - a hollow elephant's foot filled with pebbles, a bird cage containing two parakeets, an African drum, faded flowers, a life-sized wooden crocodile, a pile of hats ranging from Chinese coolie to carnival papier-mache. "There are vitamins even in garbage," Picasso insists...
Miss Farrelly described the voice as "eerie" and "vaguely muffled or hollow." After this second call she notified Dean Lacey, who arrived with Cambridge police 10 minutes later...
...waist, she chanted in French the bittersweet songs that have made her famous at home. Her large, square hands shaped the phrases; her high-cheekbonsd, chalky face was alternately sullen and sad. In her best song, I Hate Sundays ("Every day of the week is empty and hollow, but there's worse than the weekday, there's pretentious Sunday"), her voice faded to an organ whisper. Even in the gayer songs, delivered in a gutty shout, she seemed to be drowning out the memory of something she would rather forget...