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...took time and patience to knit the skein of British colonial expansion into a tight empire, but the weaving of an empire was nothing compared to the job of unraveling it. Whenever the Labor Government tried to straighten the threads, its fingers caught in the old, hard knots. Last week autocratic sultans and old-line Tories alike were denouncing the British Government for high-handed imperialism in Malaya. British efforts to increase Malayan self-government had resulted in a terrible tangle...
...hopelessly tangled in a welter of entering-and-exiting great-aunts, uncles, fathers, cousins, sons, daughters and defunct ancestors. But what they will get clearly, and often admirably, is Author Welty's subtle blending and harmonizing of the moods and characteristics that make a large, well-knit family sound like an orchestra (sometimes a prison orchestra) going full blast. The aim and essence of Delta Wedding is the recording of this mass effect; it has no plot, no direct narrative, and its few dramatic incidents and occasional solos seem to be brought in merely to show how negligible...
Then the committee got set for opposition witnesses. To the surprise of everybody, only three turned up: crusty, 92-year-old "General" Jacob Sechler Coxey, hero of the 1894 March on Washington; one John Bond Trevor, of the American Coalition, a loose-knit, isolationist organization; and a New York automobile dealer named Hamilton Fish...
Shanghai was the focus of a loosely knit and potentially dangerous Japanese fifth column. U.S. newsmen reported that it was composed of Black Dragon terrorists and diehard operatives of Japanese intelligence services. The fifth-column objectives were said to be: 1) promoting anti-democratic propaganda; 2) promoting Chinese civil strife...
...Fate, "I find they had their beginning in fragile Chance; were born of little moments that shine for me curiously in the past. Slight the impulse that made me take this turning at the crossroads, trivial and fortuitous the meeting, and light as gossamer the thread that first knit me to my friend.... So I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents. Why, today, perhaps, or next week. I may hear a voice, and, packing up my Gladstone bag, follow it to the ends of the world...