Word: shadowings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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What is India? By the judgment of the Indians themselves-from Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru down to an unemployed factory manager in Gwalior-it is an empty tomb, a looted dustbin, the shadow under the lamp; it is four parts filth and one part hypocrisy, a cow-dung country inhabited by people with a cow-dung mentality. Cries one Indian youth: "There's no depth of superstition to which Indians won't sink. We worship cows and cobras. We have eight million 'holy men,' most of them naked and all of them mad. Everything...
Heading to the Woods. The party stalwarts were in a panic at the thought of losing 68-year-old Nehru, who has allowed no one to grow up in his shadow, and whose national prestige, if slipping a little, is still immense. By acclamation they rushed through a resolution declaring that the Congress Party "categorically refuses to contemplate any period devoid of Nehru's continued leadership." But Nehru was standing firm. He scolded the party members for their action: "You do not do me any credit. It will mean that I have acted casually and you have also acted...
...even the parade to the post belonged to Silky, his red coat gleaming through the muggy afternoon, a red shadow roll across his nose and a red ribbon braided into his tail. And the cheers were still for Silky when the field ran away from him at the start. He fell back nearly 30 lengths, but this was the way it was supposed to be. No one was worried. There was even a special battery of television cameras trained on Silky. There was no room for him in the main lens, which focused so closely on the leaders that televiewers...
...U.S.S.R., in the land of that knock, was to be another sort of day. From the marble tomb of Lenin and Stalin, in the shadow of the Kremlin walls, traditionally comes a dictator's propaganda of arms and marching men-with a rattle of rockets in the background...
Chase a Crooked Shadow (Warner), a shadowy whodunit with a crooked who-is-it finish, does its chasing along the austere magnificence of Spain's Mediterranean, rock-tempered coastline. Overlooking the soft seas, in a typical Spanish villa complete with a Beverly Hills bar inside an East Hampton beach house, a powder-pale beauty (Anne Baxter) writhes in poor-little-rich-girl loneliness. Her father committed suicide, his mining trust fell to dust, and her speed-happy brother apparently died in a car crash. But her real worries are all boxed up and neatly hidden away in the beach...