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...MOOD is one of distance, quiet, and mystery. Characters walk alone through courtyards edged by arcades shadowing old men, scenes recalling the surrealist architectures of De Chirico's paintings, or through landscapes of over-powering perspective: maize fields that extend to the horizon, forests so carefully cultivated that their trunks establish a sort of grid sweeping off behind the actors. Against such backdrops, human figures appear tiny, lost, joined together only be sweeping pans or long, fluid tracking shots. Narrower perspectives guide the eye: corridors that open out of a stuccoed wall, an avenue of tall poplars leading...
Late last week TIME Correspondent Christopher Byron flew over the island and described this scene: "At a distance of 50 miles, the inky horizon shimmered with an eerie red glow. At a distance of five miles, fly ash and stones peppered the plane's cockpit, making the sort of sound one hears when driving through a swarm of locusts. As we came still closer, fountains of flaming rock hurled up past us in the night, reaching heights twice that of the Empire State Building. The night turned from black to red, and the air smelled like sulfuric fumes from...
Disaster was on the horizon, in more than one form. While the money had been evaporating, the news page had been deteriorating. The great campaign of 1931 had been waged against Memorial Church, a building whose bulk. The Crimson found aesthetically unappealing, and whose usefulness seemed abundantly unapparent. The anti-Memorial Church editorial was picked up by the Boston and New York papers, which seemed incensed that a college paper should oppose a war memorial, no matter how unfunctional or ugly. This was the last great campaign before the deluge, and The Crimson settled in for several of its worst...
...ugly garbage of war still sprawls obscenely on either side of Highway 1, Viet Nam's major coastal artery. Thousands of U.S.-made shell casings are piled in dull gray heaps. Now and then a refugee village, with its ludicrously colored wooden packing-case houses, appears on the horizon. As one drives closer to Quang Tri city, however, nothing but the rusting carcasses of trucks, ambulances and tanks-both American and Russian-litter the landscape...
...north count the days until the sun's reappearance on Soldag (sun day). They plan sun feasts to celebrate, look forward to the closing of schools and offices, and on the great day go to a favorite outdoor spot to watch the sun rise over the horizon. As it makes its appearance, they laugh and clap each other on the back, and some of them shout, "There she is! She's back! She's back...