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...heart of the masters of the Kremlin. It will encourage the aspirations of captive people ... It is going to be a gradual process. This is the beginning, not the end ... I believe that this resolution-if taken as I hope with virtual unanimous support of the Congress-will resound through the ages, and will in due course attain a dignity and position in history comparable with that of the Declaration of Independence and the Monroe Doctrine...
White Silence. The color white Kandinsky described as having "the absoluteness of a great silence. It sounds inwardly and corresponds to some pauses in music . . . Thus, probably, did the earth resound during the . . . Ice Age." Black he thought of as "something extinguished like a burned pyre . . . Outwardly it is the least harmonious color, yet . . . any other color, even the weakest, will appear stronger and more precise in front of it . . ." Vermilion was "like a relentlessly glowing passion, a solid power within itself, which cannot easily be surpassed but which can be extinguished by blue, as glowing iron...
From the moment the general's motorcade moved off, the city's great towers-which stood clean and glowing under a bright blue sky-resounded to a flowing torrent of sound. At the tip of Manhattan it increased. Ships and tugs lent their whistles to the din. Then, lower Broadway -the financial district's Canyon of Heroes -began to resound to the clop of police horses, the crash of brass bands, as paraders moved out to lead MacArthur a mile; to City Hall. History's greatest fall of paper, ticker tape and torn telephone books...
Southern Californians complacently call Los Angeles TV "probably the nation's worst." Houston stars "Texas Ruby" whose hymn-singing draws top program mail. TV screens in the South and West resound with hillbilly music; in the Midwest, with quizzes; in the East, with teenage showoffs-sometimes talented, but more often...
...credibility to the occasion by explaining that a friend of one of the guests "had a licence to keep pigs" and the host's hens "happened to be laying." A well-stuffed tea bin is hastily attributed to "hoarded American gifts," while the gay poppings of corks (which resound throughout the book) are thanks to "a pal at Portsmouth" or even "an old pal of mine, Pinky Smith [who] sends me . . . rum from the West Indies." There is also an enviable abundance of maids, nannies and cooks, which Author Thirkell explains by declaring that their employers have "a genius...