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...issue this week are budget resolutions meant to set the broad outlines of economic policy, including spending lim its, tax revenues and budget deficits. None are legally binding on the Congress; they are meant mainly to impress the will of the majority on committees of the two houses that will later work out the many laws that must be enacted to produce a final economic package. Still, any consensus that develops this week could critically influence the legislation. That is why Ronald Reagan's first national address since a gunman's bullet missed his heart by a mere...
...Salvador; the hilltop views that had thrilled Angel seemed merely confining to his heirs and their restless wives, so "when the sons did come out from the city," said one of the cooperative's organizers, "it was only to play the peasant, to walk around and impress the girlfriends for the weekend...
...behaved, in short, like a star. Her usual soft, smiling evasiveness around the press earned her the temporary nickname "Shy Di." "My name is Diana," she would say whenever anyone addressed her by the diminutive, a cameo of grace under unexpected pressure that could not have failed to impress the Prince. What the pursuing press interpreted as reticence was more probably caution, even determination. "She's reserved rather than shy," reports a former schoolmate. "She's got her own ideas, and she isn't easily swayed by what people...
...spiel worked up: "It's the decade of the dull. Mountains are dull, birds are dull, flowers are dull, they don't hang around in fern bars trying to impress people." The producers of To Tell the Truth flew Glanting to Manhattan, where, he says, it felt a little odd to meet "some guy from a beer-tasting club who was going through the same kind of media ride...
...Soviet people always try to impress their desire for peace on Americans. The two of us were in a "pirozhkovaya,"--a fast-food establishment where meat pastries are sold, one Saturday morning. The waitress, a tiny old woman in her sixties, asked us where we were from. "U.S.A.," said one of us. She didn't understand. "U.S.A.," we repeated. Still no connection. "America," we added. "Oh, Good Lord!" The woman exploded into a torrent of questions, assurances, promises, and encouragements. "We're just ordinary people. We're all just people. We want peace. Everyone wants peace. You want peace...