Word: rolls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Under gnarled old trees in a quiet olive grove on the inland side of Beirut's strategic International Airport, officers of the U.S. Army's 187th Airborne Battle Group were working on a battle plan. They were ready, if called upon, to roll up the Basta, a Moslem area of Beirut held by Nasserite rebels, sealed by deep tank traps, banked with sandbags, defended by carefully sited automatic weapons. But there were immediate problems in the olive grove. Inevitably, the trucks and heavy combat vehicles of the 187th were barging into some of the olive trees causing damage...
...each other, but what binds them together is neither friendship nor love but a mixture of sickly attraction and grisly revulsion. Jean Paul Sartre, contributing an enthusiastic forward, explains: "If we take a look at what goes on inside people, we glimpse a moiling of flabby, many-tentacled evasions . . . Roll away the stone of the commonplace and we find running discharges, slobberings, mucous; hesitant amoeba-like movements. [Nathalie Sarraute's] vocabulary is incomparably rich in suggesting the slow, centrifugal creeping of these viscous, live solutions...
...fall, there was no longer a peaceful balance of tensions in the Middle East: Nasser was moving toward absolute domination. Had there been any real manifestation of substantial internal resistance to the coup in Iraq, the U.S. and Britain were in position, if not necessarily in the mood, to roll right on to Baghdad. The West had now lost its strongest bastion in the Middle East, and even more humiliating, by but three assassinations. For the first time in history, the U.S. was ashore in the Middle East, and this very fact had wide implications. The U.S. was committed...
...loose on four soon-to-be-released sides of old cotton-pickin' tunes (sample: Swingin' in the Orchard). A critical admirer of the family's most agile sprout ("He is a good Christian boy, and he can do a lot better than rock 'n' roll"), Jesse stoutly declares that he isn't aiming to get ahead on another's fame: "I'm on my own and am trying to succeed...
...come nearest to the ancient rhythms in jazz and rock 'n' roll. Your modern art has lost its meaning. The myth, tongue of the unconscious and language of the race, was sanctioned solely by children, savages, and fools--before Freud. And now only by psychiatrists...