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...Magic Lamp. The dam, a dramatic project that will irrigate 2,000,000 acres of desert, is estimated to cost $1.3 billion over a period of ten years. The U.S. has offered to grant $56 million outright and Britain another $14 million, for a start. Further grants have been promised, but cannot be guaranteed because the U.S. cannot commit Congress more than a year in advance. A major chunk is to come in the form of $200 million loans from the World Bank. Though most of the details of financing were settled months ago, there have been mysterious delays, which...
...leaked reports hinted at a Shepilov offer to supply the whole amount, on terms variously reported as 3%, 2%, or no interest at all. "He gave us a magic lamp, and invited Nasser to rub it and make a wish," said one awed Nasser aide...
...Operating Room 6 of Walter Reed General Hospital, a massive, bowl-shaped lamp bathed the operating table in its shadowless glare. Bending over the table with hawklike attentiveness were the four surgeons in their blue-green gowns, white skullcaps and masks, tersely and softly directing a team of 20 physicians, nurses and technicians. On the table, his breathing regular as he fell into a deep sleep, lay Dwight David Eisenhower, 65, 34th President of the U.S., undergoing major surgery to relieve an obstruction of the small intestine. Nearly two hours later, with a steel-grey dawn just breaking over Washington...
From the moment the Earth's inverted flying lamp-shade lands on this planet, Altair 4, and its crew have settled themselves ("Wotta place! Just another one of those new planets--no beer, no women, no pool parlor"), Dr. Morbius, a twenty-year resident, begins his fatal battle of the Super Ego versus Id. Although he professes to be a gallant humanitarian at the outset, by the end of the picture we are convinced that he is a person just like ourselves: an intelligent egomaniac who wants only one thing in life--to have his own little planet...
...reviewed in this issue (see BOOKS). Tom occupied the corner for a year. By day the copy boy buzzer was a continual interruption, but late at night, when the big bullpen was dark except for the ceiling reflections of nearby Broadway's neons, he sat under a desk lamp, pipe-smoking and writing. Fifteen times Tom rewrote his book. Late in the summer of 1954 he quit TIME and went off to the cranberry boglands of New Jersey's Toms River country to live alone in a shack and polish the final version of his Korean war story...