Word: overnighting
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...network's studio in New York City, Dark Willard would recite the morning's evil report. The map of the world behind him would be a multicolored Mercator projection. Some parts of the earth, where the overnight good prevailed, would glow with a bright transparency. But much of the map would be speckled and blotched. Over Third World and First World, over cities and plains and miserable islands would be smudges of evil, ragged blights, storm systems of massacre or famine, murders, black snows. Here and there, a genocide, a true abyss...
Dark Willard would report the natural evils -- the outrages done by God and nature (the cyclone in Bangladesh, an earthquake, the deaths by cancer). He would add up the moral evils -- the horrors accomplished overnight by man and woman. Anything new among the suffering Kurds? Among the Central American death squads? New hackings in South Africa? Updating on the father who set fire to his eight-year-old son? Or on those boys accused of shotgunning their parents in Beverly Hills to speed their inheritance of a $14 million estate? An anniversary: two years already since Tiananmen Square...
Despotic dorm crew supervisors will make their workers lick the shower stalls clean (three times). Loose floor tiles in the houses will be repaired overnight and daffodils will suddenly appear in every patch where Facility Maintenance's Fast-Gro grass seed failed...
...writer, making up brochures for computer companies while composing stories on the side. By the end of 1989 she was the author of the most admired novel on the best-seller list, her Joy Luck Club having conquered critics and the public alike. A literary star had been born overnight -- and, in her wake, a fairy tale's difficult postscript: How could she ever live up to what felt like a once-in-a-lifetime success...
...Bush, Gates rises early: about 5 a.m. He runs three miles, showers, shellacs his white-gray hair and hops into the back of a black government sedan that waits outside his home in suburban Virginia. The driver hands over a packet of intelligence reports and diplomatic cables that moved overnight, and Gates scans these and the newspapers on his way to the White House. He usually eats lunch at his desk. He seldom gets home before...