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...Myron Block, who turned out to be in cahoots with the Unification Church. The next day, Block sold the retreat to the Moonies for $1,127,000. In addition, just two weeks ago, a Moonie-run firm paid $650,000 to buy a marina and Bob's Clam Shack, a bankrupt restaurant...
...Balch's shoulders to his hands, and he was in shock. He was unable to walk. Thomas, wearing only the long john bottoms in which he had been sleeping, was lying dazed under a log. Nelson and Ruff hauled him out, helped him walk to an old mine shack nearby and built over the entrance a barricade of logs to protect their friend from any further ash falls...
...family scrambled into a nearby shack, waited two hours and emerged to find themselves in a wasteland of ash and fallen trees. They started off to find their car, but the trail had been obliterated, and they had no idea where to look. So they pitched a tent and settled in for what turned out to be a 30-hour wait, munching on survival rations from their packs and sleeping on the ash. Around noon on Monday, an Air Force helicopter pilot spotted them. Said the pilot, Sgt. Earl Edwards: "The area they were in looked like somebody had dropped...
When Thompson meets up with Laszlo and Billy four years after the lad's conviction, the two have become gun-running revolutionaries, holed up in a shack somewhere in southern California with a small army of violent Chicanos. At this point, Where the Buffalo Roam almost makes a statement about how injustice breeds violence and corrupts the concerned and the innocent. But Laszlo and Billy are so two-dimensional the message falls flat. Laszlo seems merely to have reached a new plateau of raving fanaticism and Billy becomes the standard Victim of Society. Worse still, this hideout scene quickly degenerates...
...Third Wave doesn't have nearly as many interesting laser-household-pets, deep-sea-wheat-fields, radio-shack-rocket-to-the-moon-kit predictions. Instead it offers a thorough compendium of every social critique ever raised. Ever hear anyone discuss the demeaning, unfulfilling work done in the world's factories? Sure you have. Well, Toffler has too, and he repeats it in ingratiating detail, describing the steel foundry he once toiled in. "I swallowed the dust, the sweat and smoke of the foundry. My ears were split by the hiss of the steam, the clank of the chains, the roar...