Word: quine
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Some love affairs, like stately quin-queremes, sail serenely on for decades. Others founder in tempests of selfishness, or rocks of jealousy. In her 1958 memoirs, Vienna's Alma Schindler Mahler Gropius Werfel recalled her three-year affair with Painter Oskar Kokoschka as "one fierce battle of love. Never before had I tasted so much tension, so much hell, so much paradise." Never after ward, she might have added, did she in spire so many fascinating and often memorable works...
...assault, the Reds overran the town, held it for three hours while other Viet Cong units ambushed three relief convoys in succession at almost the same spot on the highway. The toll: 106 government soldiers dead, 20 wounded or missing. Other Viet Cong traps clanged shut near Kontum and Quin-hon, and a full battalion of Reds struck the town of Binhchanh, just ten miles west of Saigon. The defending Ranger company was saved by armed U.S. helicopters, but the very fact that the Communists could mount a battalion-sized assault that close to the capital left many military...
...shepherded a group of trapped Vietnamese soldiers back to Route 19 at night with his landing lights guiding them along a path between intense Viet Cong fire 100 ft. on either side. Last week he was in the air for the better part of five days. North of Quin-hon he flushed a battalion-sized Viet Cong contingent and called in the Skyraiders. The result: about 50 dead Communists. McAllister has had some other interesting experiences. "Have you ever seen a tree walking?" he asks. "Well, I sure as hell did. There it was, walking down a hill...
Raymond plays Christy Mahon, the dreamy wanderer whose bloody tale of parricide bewitches every hearer on that lonely and scandal-starved strand. Pegeen clucks over him like a pullet, the Widow Quin sets traps for him, and a bevy-for there is no other word to describe these refugees from some amateurish Pirates of Penzance-of young girls pelt him with phony giggles and surfeit him with breakfasts of duck eggs, fine fat boiled hens, cakes, and pats of butter wrapped in cabbage leaves. Too many cooks can spoil a broth of a boy, and Christy's vanity spurs...