Word: sleep
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Night after night, all summer long, the sleep of tired Turks has been interrupted by the blasts of dynamite. All day long, bulldozers roar and root through Istanbul's cluttered slums and crowded business sections, sweeping away unsightly shacks and once busy office buildings. Bedrooms and bathrooms peep nakedly from the fronts of half-demolished houses. On only 48 hours' notice, tenants are often forced to vacate condemned buildings and find new premises to live or work in. Istanbul's face lifting is costing perhaps $1,000,000 a day, and Premier Menderes is in no mood...
...that morning. Listening to him, she walked quietly to the phonograph and put Music for Courage and Confidence on the turntable. But for long hours after dinner (Music for the Continental Host) he paced the floor while the loudspeaker softly sighed out Music for People Who Can't Sleep...
...awareness that soon fades: Paula weeps and then marries a neighboring landowner; Pierre sighs and goes on to the priesthood, confident of his heavenly credentials; Elisabeth remembers longest, but she, too, slides back into the equable round of days in which even God is little more than "numbness and sleep." These, says Mauriac, are the real dead-not Robert Lagave...
...campaign progressed, his audiences became bigger and more demonstrative. Keeping a man-killing schedule of daylight speaking tours and nights of travel by train and airplane, he seemed to live on chicken sandwiches and cat naps grabbed in moving automobiles. He explained his knack for dropping off to sleep easily: "You just clench your back teeth." On his six-week, 20,000-mile campaign tour, he astonished his staff by gaining...
...Groaned the Roman poet Juvenal, circa A.D. 100: "Who but the wealthy can sleep in Rome? The crisscross of wagons in the narrow, winding streets, the shouting of drovers make sleep impossible. Hurry as we may, we are blocked by the surging crowd . . . One digs an elbow into me, another bangs a wine cask against my head . . . New tunics are torn...