Word: lording
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...WALTER LORD Manhattan...
...Beat of transistors at full blast, surfers leafed lightly over the waves, and girls in Bermuda-length "cutoffs" or gaudy minishifts strolled languidly down the strand. Mostly, they read: Hans Reichenbach's The Rise of Scientific Philosophy, giant Batman comics, In Cold Blood, J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, and a strategic paperback titled How to Get Ahead in the Army. For those who could not make the sun scene, there was a new crop of movies to catch, coffeehouses for conversation, or further out, a burgeoning of psychediscotheques tripping with lobster lights and the whining anti...
Centuries after the poet composed his lyric tribute to the jail-breaking qualities of young love, his words ring with a far more literal truth. "There is really no secure prison" in all of Britain, concluded a government committee headed by former First Lord of the Admiralty Earl Mountbatten. And Britain's prison ers seem determined to prove Mountbatten right. In the two weeks since the report was published, convicts have been crashing out at an embarrassing clip. At least 29 have taken what the British press ironically calls "Christmas leave...
...disillusioned to remain on the Guardian, Muggeridge joined Lord Beaverbrook's Evening Standard, started turning out truculent copy attacking all kinds of ideologies. When World War II broke out, he was recruited for the intelligence service and sent as an undercover agent to Mozambique. "It was a hilarious experience," he recalls. "The Germans and we were bribing the same Portuguese and sleeping with the same girls." Though he was decorated for his activities, he lost all taste for espionage. "In war it is permissible," he says. "But in peacetime it's a sick trade, a surefire road...
Theirs was an odd marriage. While Harold was going everywhere-meeting here with Duff Cooper, there with Lord Beaverbrook, growling at Churchill for failing to muster sufficient opposition to Hitler-Vita remained secluded at Sissinghurst, the Tudor castle they had bought in Kent. She was a strangely masculine woman who wore breeches and gaiters in winter and linen slacks in summer, and who often said that her one enduring regret was that she was not born a boy. Still, Vita was enchantingly feminine where Harold was concerned. Her letters to him were filled with tenderness, as were...