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They should have paid closer attention to their victim. They should have noticed, for example, that when Carrie is around, ashtrays have a way of hop ping up off desks, that mirrors suddenly break for no reason at all, that windows have a way of slamming shut without anyone's touching them. For Carrie possesses the power of telekinesis, the ability to animate objects and make them obey her will. In short, beneath that mousey exterior, that shy desire simply to be accepted, a terrible power lurks, waiting to be called forth...
From the inside, they all looked pretty much the same save an occasional starspangled ping-pong table or the number of initials carved in the woodwork. Most had barren living rooms upstairs and basements with long dark-wood bars, ping-pong tables, and bench-lined, graffiti decorated walls...
Traveling along fraternity row...three frat men wrestling on a beer-soaked basement floor...a Harvard man discussing ICBMs and Mutually Assured Destruction with a Skidmore freshman...frat men playing ping-pong for beers while scores watched...three Harvard and two Smith students forced to sleep in a Volkswagen Rabbit...and of course an exuberant Harvard football manager waltzing through the streets of Hanover at 1 a.m. with a purloined...
Foreign analysts have left a trail of miscalculations behind them in attempts to gauge shifts in Chinese policy and leadership since the rise of the People's Republic in 1949. For example, less than a year ago many Westerners had slated Deputy Prime Minister Teng Hsiao-ping for a position flanking Mao's. Since then, Teng has been denounced as part of a "right deviationist wing (conspiring) to reverse correct verdicts" or, as the American press loosely put the charge, as a pragmatist. Meanwhile, a relative unknown, Hua Kuo-feng, has glided past Teng to become the highest-ranking official...
...Friday night at any of ten thousand watering holes of the small towns and crossroads hamlets of the South. The room is a cacophony of the ping-pong-dingdingding of the pinball machine, the pop-fizz of another round of Pabst, the refrain of Red Necks, White Socks and Blue Ribbon Beer on the juke box, the insolent roar of a souped-up engine outside and, above it all, the sound of easy laughter. The good ole boys have gathered for their fraternal ritual-the aimless diversion that they have elevated into a lifestyle...