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...significant ground combat capability in Viet Nam, and before the November 1972 elections. More recently, U.S. intelligence had forecast that the Communist assault would come some time between February and April or May, when the monsoon rains begin the annual conversion of much of Indochina into a sea of mud...
...study that is less of a treatise on African nationalism and politics than a fond, informal portrait of one of postcolonial Africa's most engaging leaders. Nyerere, now 50, the son of a chief of Tanganyika's relatively minor Zanaki tribe, was raised in a cluster of mud huts and sent off to a government school at twelve. He became a teacher of biology and history, and studied for three years at the University of Edinburgh. Back in Tanganyika, he was increasingly drawn into the campaign for independence. Characteristically, however, as he traveled the vast colony by Land...
...bougainvillea growing in thick purple mats over whitewashed walls--sickly sweet, heavy, overpowering. Disasters plagued the place: in summer, the hillsides grew dry as dust and would explode in flames, the fires often raging for days; in winter, rain came in torrents, churning the canyons into rivers of mud and washing whole hillsides into the sea. The threat of earthquake was constant and no one knew when the killer wind, the Santa Ana, would blow up over the hills, scraping the sky a raw blue, killing the mind, heating the blood...
...manager of Nini's Corner noted yesterday that newsstands provide a service. He said that customers receive a product that has not been tossed into some mud puddle by a careless delivery boy. Newsstands in Boston have been charging 20 cents for papers for months, he added. However, he said that the Corner might lower prices if others...
From Portobello Road I walked up an alleyway on the underside of a huge elevated highway and then turned left into St. Ervan's Road, which stretched from underneath the motorway to a field of mud and the beginnings of a housing development on the other end. Barrie's was number 39, but he'd warned me not to look for a number: halfway down on the right, pink door, he'd said. I passed a kid on a rickety bicycle, a man in an undershirt fixing a beat-up old car. The houses, all built together, were varying shades...