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...thing, he understood death. There was the first mound of corpses by the roadside, caked with dried blood, open mouths frozen in a scream. His sergeant said: ''Don't get shook up. They're just Koreans." Or there were muddy U.S. Army boots protruding awkwardly from under a blanket as a litter jeep bounced down the road from the front. Or in the rain, as he climbed his first Korean hill, there was the glistening poncho stretched over the two men sleeping near the trail-and then he realized that they were asleep forever...
...windshield), it has a four-cylinder, 90-h.p. engine with two carburetors and 8.5 to 1 compression ratio. The TR-2 gets 24 miles to the gallon, has independent front-wheel suspension for easier riding and two bucket seats. A particular attraction for sports-car buyers: the jetlike scream produced at high speed by the air scoop in front. The TR-2 will go on sale in the U.S. early in September at about $1,500 plus taxes. One enthusiastic group of U.S. agents has already ordered 100 TR-2s a week for an entire year...
...London apartment, robbery-prone (three times in four years) Skating Star Sonja Henie woke with a scream, then dashed into the street in a barefoot, unsuccessful pursuit of thieves who had stripped her bedroom of an Aleutian mink coat ($18,000), an ermine coat ($7,000), a mink jacket ($3,500), two gold compacts, $840 in cash...
...Senators or Congressmen plunge into colleges like so many amateur sleuths, President Eisenhower might appoint a group of distinguished lawyers and judges officially unaffiliated with universities to do the investigating. Such a committee would have a better idea of just what is a subversive influence, and they wouldn't scream every unconfirmed rumor into a banner headline...
under the hazels, under the fig tree, on the parapet of the bridge, on those long summer evenings . . . Those were the evenings when a light-a bonfire on the distant hills-made me scream and roll on the ground, because I was poor, because I was a boy, because I was nothing." In the end, the hero hardly knows whether he is sorrier that he can't go home again or that he once left. By clenching his writing fist in melodramatic symbols and seizures at his own riddle, Author Pavese loses his grip on the realities he writes...