Word: quietly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...involves us in his tale more fully that the sharpest plot-maker. The hideous din of a guilty thought, the whirling of noise and action about a point in time, a sense of inexplicable release--all these Roth evokes with mysterious ease. Call It Sleep is a quiet masterpiece that grows in the mind even after one puts it down. To read it is to wander half awake through a world as strange and familiar as the one we live...
...Their Lives. Under the ceaseless pounding of last week's wind-whipped rains, dams burst, quiet rivers turned into leaping furies and swept beyond their banks, the melting snows of the Sierra and other western ranges poured relentlessly into the valleys. One place alone - Blue Canyon in the High Sierra -got a torrential 24.67 in. of rain in five days. Whole villages disappeared, homes and bridges toppled, and the streets of cities and towns became ca nals as thousands upon thousands of refugees, aided by disaster rescue crews, ran for their lives...
Painfully Close. That was too much for Belgian Foreign Minister Paul-Henri Spaak, one of the U.N.'s founding fathers. With quiet force, he told the Council that such talk was "painfully close to that type of racist feeling which has been so heatedly denounced" by the Africans themselves. "There is no such thing as a guilty race," said Spaak. "There have only been misguided men and contemptible men. Hitler was a contemptible man, and I regret to say Gbenye is a contemptible...
...debt to Jasper Jones. In the hands of the artists shown, these potentially vital forms have become empty and lifeless. If nothing else, this show should prove that using abstract means doesn't make a poor painter look any better. These relatively talented amateurs have failed; shouldn't this quiet those who have always claimed that "any child could...
...when a man can first discern the shadows of the veins on the back of his hand, the monks arise. The great temple drum, hanging from its roughhewn log rack, summons the faithful to alms. Twisting a single saffron shift round their bodies, the monks move out into the quiet streets in single file, eyes to the ground, fingers clasped beneath their silver begging bowls. In Laos, the bonzes form a silent silhouette against the ornate temple roofs of the royal capital of Luangprabang. In Burma, they enter Rangoon framed against the great Shwe Dagon pagoda, its massive gilded spire...