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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...labor. A former prisoner there recalls the climate as terrible: temperatures hovering around 40° below zero in winter and soaring to a humid 95° in summer. During the warm seasons, mosquitoes from the myriad swamps of the area forced prisoners to wear long-sleeved jackets and full-length trousers despite the heat...
...Ussuri River border area as "the worst possible place for a battle for much of the year-so swampy that it could easily swallow up an army." The Chinese side of the Ussuri is heavily forested; timbered hills sweep down to the river swamps for most of its length. Through the forests on the Soviet side runs the easternmost segment of the Trans-Siberian Railway, which links the key Pacific port of Vladivostok with Khabarovsk, more than 400 miles to the north. Beside the railway runs what the Japanese occupiers used to call "the Stalin Highway," a road built...
LOOKING like a cross between a stern schoolmarm and an impish witch, the short (5 ft. 2 in.), broad-beamed woman in a floor-length, toga-like gown marched onto the stage at the American Museum of Natural History last week, clutching her ever-present forked walking stick. Then, peering at the overflow audience of nearly 1,500, Margaret Mead, who at 67 is something more than an anthropologist and something less than a national oracle, undertook one of her favorite tasks. She told her audience what is afoot in the world and some good ways to improve...
...idea (support it solidly and investigate its implications), but instead must compress his thought into slogan. Thus depth is sacrificed by the Collins system, and investigating a question in depth is the essence of academic inquiry. A lecturer, confident that he can develop a subject for a considerable length of time, has the opportunity to explore that subject in depth and usually does...
...running as fast as he could go, and, as he looked, people toppled slowly and fell like ninepins, full length on the pavement, like big cardboard boxes being dropped. . . . The acute angle of the horizon, squeezed between the houses, hurtled toward him. Beneath his feet it was night. A night of black cotton wool, shapeless and inorganic, while the sky was colorless, a ceiling, one more acute angle...