Word: ri
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From coastal towns and mountain hamlets, 150,000 Greek Cypriots-more than one-fourth of the entire population of the island-walked, pedaled and bounced in decrepit buses into the capital of Nicosia (pop. 80,000). They clogged the narrow streets, clotted the tortuous alleys. "Makarios, Ma-ka-ri-os," they chanted as the black-robed archbishop rode in triumph beneath arches of myrtle and laurel in a cream-colored Mark VII Jaguar. This, declared Makarios, is "the resurrection of our country...
...knoll overlooking the twisting road from the Lebanese mountain village of Beit Méri to Beirut, two men waited-as they had waited for two days-to kill Lebanese Premier Sami Solh. The sirens of Sami Solh's motorcade escorting him back to town from his mountain villa sounded down the canyon, and one of the men set his hand on the plunger of a battery box whose wires led down into the trunk of a disabled Ford parked beside the narrow road...
...that instant, a green Rambler also bound for Beirut rounded the turn. In it. were Fayet Esrouer and his pregnant wife, their five-year-old daughter and three relatives. The father was rushing his wife from Beit Méri to a hospital in Beirut, to give birth to her fifth child. Hearing the honking ministerial caravan and the siren of its motorcycle escort, Esrouer excitedly decided to pass the disabled Ford before pulling over to let the motorcade pass him. On the hilltop the confused assassin reached for the plunger a trifle too soon...
...other new ballets-Ashton's La Péri and MacMillan's Noctambules-failed despite inspired and startling flashes of choreographic brilliance. The most ballyhooed premiere of all was Prince of the Pagodas (TIME, Jan. 14) by John Cranko, with music by Benjamin Britten (his first ballet score). Choreographer Cranko's splintered story had in it recurrent themes from Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, plus snatches of court intrigue reminiscent of King Lear viewed through the wrong end of the telescope. The stage was roiled by gaudy dancers, the sets were feverish with color, but despite...
Strictly Earthbound. Even D. H. Lawrence, to whom sexuality was the essence of life, tinged it richly with a sort of mysticism. But Colette, genius or no, was unique in regarding life as a marvelous array of strictly earthbound sensuous experiences. In novels such as Chéri and Julie de Carneilhan, she described as never before the precise effects of fingers upon skin, the allure of perfumes, the sensual enchantments of voices, glances and languorous movements...