Word: lefts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...government fails to meet the needs, he fears that voters may turn to the extreme left or right. Italian industry has had a renaissance because competition has forced it to look outward and adopt imaginative methods-and Agnelli believes that there is a lesson here for the government. "The trouble is that we compete with Detroit," he says, "but Rome doesn't have to compete with Washington." Industry has finally given Italy a modern economy. Now the job is to make the state and society fully modern...
Tire fast life decelerated sharply at 5 a.m. one day in 1952. Gianni was racing to Monte Carlo from a party in Cannes when his car skidded into a meat truck. He spent three months in a clinic in Florence. The accident left him with a stiff right leg-he still limps -but he denies any personal trauma besides distress that "I had not been able to let my friends know I would be late for lunch." Within a year, he settled down in Turin and, at 32, he married swan-necked Princess Marella Caracciolo di Castagneto. As Gianni...
Alexander Pope left his own question unanswered, but a second look at his heroic couplet suggests that the Age of Reason, of which Pope was the prime English poetic voice, was not as innocent of depth psychology as a post-Freudian age might complacently assume. Pope's sin (in modern usage, his neurosis or maladjustment) is explored with devoted detachment by Peter Quennell in the first of a promised two-volume work on the little cripple whose verses fixed a thousand human insects in Formalin...
...White curd of ass's milk," he was writing with a brutal bitterness that sprang from his own wretched health. He was a gay and high-spirited youth to his twelfth year, when he contracted Pott's Disease (tuberculosis of the spine) from infected milk. The affliction left him partly crippled and progressively deformed. It also arrested his growth; Pope never exceeded 4 ft. 6 in. (a "little Aesopic sort of an animal," a "venomous . . . hunchbacked toad," in the words of his tough contemporaries). Yet in the world of words of the Augustan Age, he was a Gulliver...
...Tuesday night, the grumblers were outnumbered by the cheerers, and the President left the House chamber amidst a generous gush of applause. On television, the scene seemed strangely meaningless. The programs for which the President had been pleading were largely doomed, and so it could not have been for these that the Congressmen and Senators were cheering. They weren't cheering the President himself, either; Johnson is not a very likeable man, and he is not going to be missed, not even by those who have managed to shuffle and scrape their way into favor during the chaotic, bloody years...