Word: plain
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...sideshow, its future lay in the deep valleys and high peaks of the Apennines. For the Eighth, the future was brighter; the breakthrough would not be complete until Rimini was passed, but beyond that was no natural defensive feature to help the Germans. Beyond, there was nothing but the plain of the Po, with its great industrial cities whose population could be counted on to give the Allies more help than they had received in any other section of Italy...
...Navy professed to see no need for unification. It obviously hoped that, when unified command came, an admiral, probably able, steady Chester W. Nimitz, would become top dog. It was plain that if MacArthur got the Philippines back, and Stilwell got to the China coast, both would be stuck until the Navy ferried? them over to Japan. The Navy could afford to let the situation develop...
...took notes calmly, feeling little emotion. It was all so cold and bare. I wrote: "There are four chambers fed with these small, innocent, pale blue Zyklon crystals which give off cyanide when exposed to air. Two extra chambers for plain carbon monoxide. Maximum simultaneous capacity: 2,000." Kudriavtsev was still explaining: "On one day, Nov. 3, 1943, they annihilated 18,000 people?Poles, Jews, political prisoners and war prisoners...
King's Medalist. By any U.S. standard, Poet Wystan (rhymes with piston) Hugh Auden is an odd fish. To such plain U.S. readers as may be exposed to it, most of his poetry seems still odder. Nevertheless, at 37, Auden is generally rated the most influential poet of his generation. For the Time Being, his twelfth book, is likely to be the year's most discussed book of poetry...
...despite his new humility, Poet Auden does not lay sole blame for the blunders of contemporary thought on the artist and creative thinker. For the plain people clamor at the artist's door, promising him devotion and rich rewards if he will only distract them from the harshness of life by painting it in magic colors and assuring them that their idle dreams and nostalgia are true and good. They cry: "Carry me back, Master, to the cathedral town where the canons run through the water meadows with butterfly nets and the old women keep sweetshops in the cobbled...