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...cities are dominated by the roar of bulldozers and the rattle of jackhammers. The hard hat of the construction worker rivals the checkered ghutra as the national headdress. In the bustling commercial and financial port city of Jidda, on the Red Sea, bulldozers tear into the graceful old houses of the Ottoman era with their latticework balconies and harem windows. In the capital city of Riyadh, rows of mud houses topped with crenelated roofs are smashed to dust to make way for superhighways or high-rise buildings of chrome, glass and soaring reinforced concrete. Passenger jets land and depart from...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SAUDI ARABIA: The Desert Superstate | 5/22/1978 | See Source »

...Morgan is a man loopy with love for his new country, and the result is a book that is both refreshing and breathless. It has been a long time since anyone serenaded the present reality of the U.S. in such a hyperbolic manner. He cheers on conservatives who roar for less government and more cops, grumpily defending a dream of frontier capitalism. He applauds liberals-writing their concerned letters to the editor, demanding more government and less repression, peering worriedly at the future. To Morgan these factions do not reveal a paralysis of opposed fears but a lively and profitable...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Countless Blessings | 3/20/1978 | See Source »

...Sergeant Robert Brack, 29, edged his maroon sedan through the underbrush, his headlights picked out two giant vans. Suddenly there was a roar of boat engines and rifle fire. Pinned down, Brack held off the attackers until help came. Two shrimp boats packed with pot ran aground in the confusion. Surrounded in the thicket, a gang of eleven men was captured, along with $14 million in grass...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Pot Smugglers' Paradise | 3/13/1978 | See Source »

...mrdrunga pattering becomes a solid roar. Alongside the altar a devotee waves a large white-haired brush. The kartals crash as devotees bound to and fro, somehow avoiding a collision. They hop and leap, pony tails bobbing, mouths agape, chanting, "Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare..." The energy ripples through the congregation. A man violently rocks from his waist up, glazed eyes bobbing above a limber neck. A swaying woman, dressed in a sarong, catches a red carnation. She closes her eyes, smells the flower, grins and flings it to someone else. A woman devotee bounces with...

Author: By James L. Tyson, | Title: For the Love of God: Krishna in Boston | 3/9/1978 | See Source »

...first two words were lost in the roar of the crowd, that unmistakable, primordial voice of a fight crowd hailing a new king of the most basic sport. But the silence before the verdict had spoken too, for it anticipated the passing of a giant, a unique athlete whose skills and life had resonances far beyond the ring. As Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr., Cassius X, or Muhammad Ali, he had talked from center stage, mirror and lightning rod for a tumultuous era. Olympic gold medalist, Louisville Lip, upstart champion, Black Muslim convert, draft resister, abomination, martyr, restored champion, road show...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Greatest Is Gone | 2/27/1978 | See Source »

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