Word: seemly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Since the International Monetary Fund outlay will represent $1.4 billion in appropriations whether it is charged to 1959 or 1960, the issue might seem an empty quibble. But it is empty only if the idea of a balanced budget is itself meaningless. The President holds that a 1960 budget balance would be a highly valuable symbol of fiscal soundness, one that could shape the whole U.S. economy. If Congress shifts the IMF appropriation to 1960, it will wreck any hope of a 1960 budget balance-and will destroy the symbol...
Dream & Reality. In Algiers, newspapers of the diehard European settlers violently expressed their "distrust" of the man their riots had helped bring to power. Disheartening as De Gaulle's long view might seem to many of his countrymen, nothing else seemed to promise quicker relief. Last week Morocco's King Mohammed V, increasingly weary of the effect of the Algerian war on his own country, was angling for a visit with De Gaulle (who said fine), reportedly hoped to convince De Gaulle that autonomy within the French Community would be the best solution for Algeria...
Hidden Harmony. Poet Hodgson has spent most of his years tapped in on the hidden, coursing harmony of nature that hustling men seem bent on destroying...
...Personality colours everything he writes," said the London Times Literary Supplement in a glowing front-page review of Hodgson's new book. "It is the most immediately noticeable thing about the book as a whole: a convincing voice." Most poets seem to agree. John Crowe Ransom calls Hodgson's Eve and The Bull "great, wonderful poems that will live forever." But the convincing voice itself speaks alone at the end of a muddy road, where few care to journey. Says the Minerva postmaster, summing up the town's spooky presentiment about its mysterious poet...
Author Biely is a crafty storyteller who can keep a reader flipping the pages while whipping up an intellectual storm. As he describes St. Petersburg in 1905; it is a city where icy water licks morose granite foundations. In prose that seems jittery at first, then calculated, Biely moves from a fashionable masquerade ball to the roach-ridden headquarters of the revolutionary gang; he works the weather and the face of the chaotic city into his story so firmly that at last they seem as important and ominous as any character in the book. When the bomb finally goes...