Word: likes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...swept his walks and practiced moral restraint whenever possible. But finally he threw in the towel. "I kept my peace long enough, but people got to do something. It's just too much. I mean this is a quiet neighborhood, respectable and all. You can't let a thing like this go on. Disrupts things. Starts fights. Really, last year they had a lot of trouble about this. Guys stand around on porches and stare. Wives get mad. Kids start to wonder. It's not good. Ain't healthy...
...ought to have it to buy curtains. Here on Linnean Street, parading around so every Tom and Harry passing by can get his fill. They ought to do something about it. Maybe the people who run the place are the ones. How can a guy respect colleges when stuff like this goes on? It's no treat for me, you know. I mean it's a joke...
Swinging around to the dealers, Cole travels about 100,000 air miles a year. He has won their respect and hearty backing by listening to their problems, trying to correct one of their big complaints-poor assembly-line workmanship. He likes to inspect the Chevies in showrooms and on the lots, peers under hoods, checks the chrome, looks hard for water leaks. On occasion, he has flown in a team of engineers from Detroit to replace all faulty parts. Time and again, dealers give him their highest possible accolade; they bubble that "when Ed Cole talks to you, he makes...
Macabre Landscape. To Brisset in the French Alps, where sanatoria dot the landscape like shacks in a gold-rush town, come tuberculosis patients from all over the world. How many fail to return is suggested by the popular nickname of the place: "the cemetery of Europe." In this macabre mountain spot appears the novel's hero: Paul Davenant, a British World War II veteran, lately a Cambridge student, now sick and broke. He is a charity case who, with many others, is supported by an international student association at a sanatorium called Les Alpes. Davenant hopes...
...lover of Hersey's story is Buzz Marrow, pilot of a bomber called The Body, so named because of the nude painted on its nose. Buzz looks like a burly motorcycle cop, rakes over his crew in billingsgate, yips earsplitting war whoops as the bombs drop away, and slavers over off-duty hobbies that would make good latrine-wall copy. Why diffident Copilot Charles Boman, the novel's first-person narrator, hero-worships Buzz is a mystery, but it is presumably because Marrow oozes self-confidence and is a genius at the flight controls. Poor Bo is colorless...