Word: silents
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Swiftly and ruthlessly Greece's military dictatorship moved to complete the transition from monarchy (without a King) to republic (without an elected President). The regime made it clear that any support for deposed King Constantine is now considered treason. Opposition leaders were followed and warned to remain silent about the monarchy, or risk arrest. Some military leaders suspected of lingering royalist sympathy have lost their posts, while others have been arrested. There were reports that some naval officers accused of participation in last month's mutiny attempt (TIME, June 11) were being tortured. Portraits of the King vanished...
...President Nixon. This man, Robert H. Abplanalp, 51, has found himself increasingly in the public eye-a position he ordinarily avoids-since it was learned that he lent $625,000 toward Nixon's purchase of property in San Clemente. How did Abplanalp become the President's silent business partner, and what holds their relationship together...
...Silent Movie. Cars come and go down the roadway-trainers on their errands, exercise boys and jockey agents going from barn to barn, owners arriving to see their horses work out. But the cars move slowly, with scarcely a sound, partly because this is the code of racetrackers, partly because those unfamiliar with the code find their progress slowed by high bumps built into the roads and a succession of signs that read YIELD: HORSE CROSSING...
...horse about to go to the track; the hot-walkers are leading the horses that have already been to the track round and round until they have cooled out from their exercise. All with hardly a sound, as if the whole busy scene had been captured in a silent movie. A person can stand five feet from an angry trainer dressing down an errant groom and never hear a word he is saying...
Though I tried to remain awake after reading such tales, I felt an overpowering anomalous drowsiness quite akin to being sated with green chartreuse. Once asleep, I found myself again in the cemetery. A minatory wind scuttled through the silent tombstones, and Charonian shadows leapt and grimaced with unspeakable frenzy. What was most unusual for a dream was that my nose was active, wrinkling in disgust at the fetor of rotten grass and the ichor of freshly overturned earth. This time the enshrouded figure spoke to me in hollow tones: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulu R'lyeh...