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...story, cement-block building that houses Black & Webster Inc. of Waltham, Mass., nestles in a wooded hollow, unspoiled by the soot of sprawling factories. From his white-marble-top desk, President Peter T. Webster, 41, can watch pheasants dart across the lawn. But the rustic setting is deceptive. Webster and his staff of 83 people, including six engineers and ten highly skilled machinists, turn out such space-age products as orbital riveters and vibratory feeders...
...friendships. "I should have long since given myself the pleasure of writing to you about your new book," she told Proust. "If I were to tell you that I burrow in its pages every night before going to sleep, you would think I was merely offering you a hollow compliment. But the fact is, [my husband] gets into bed every night to find me, your book, and my glasses. 'I am jealous but resigned,' he says...
...hairbreadth victory, following a strident and violence-marred campaign, was a hollow one for Romero. He had en joyed a 10-to 20-point lead in pre-election polls and was hoping for a land slide. The charismatic, white-haired Governor, an advocate of immediate state hood for Puerto Rico, had campaigned on a pledge that he would call a 1981 plebiscite on that question if the electorate returned him to office with a decisive majority. He now feels voters made it clear that they will not be hurried into state hood. "I thought I was being pushed...
...spender. We cannot help ourselves. We may be stripped of all our possessions, out in the cold, down to our last charge plate (not one from Saks), and standing last in a breadline that accepts only cash. But let a Silver Shadow come humming along, and our hollow faces will suddenly be laved in an involuntary beatific glow, like the Ancient Mariner just before the bird dropped...
...screams. In the final battle we see volley after volley of an immense line of rifles, and we hear men shrieking, horses whinnying and bodies falling, but only after the last shot is fired does Kurosawa cut to the battlefield itself. Then he gives us, in slow motion with hollow trumpets ironically restating the victory theme, horses writhing, kicking the air; men, doused in blood collapsing into the mud, twitching; young, white, pasty faces...