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...prepared to go further and "at the appropriate time . . . share the sovereignty of the island with her Greek and Turkish allies." Complicated as the plan was, it had certainly considered everyone's feelings. But within hours the rejections began to roll in. The nays were at least softer than anyone had dared hope after all the violence. In an artfully worded letter that was two days in the writing, exiled Greek Orthodox Archbishop Makarios, bearded leader of the Greek Cypriot movement for union with Greece, objected that the plan could constitutionally divide the island in two, "thereby creating...
Caldwell acknowledges that the situation of twenty-five years ago has changed. "But each of my novels is contemporary for the year in which it is written. People themselves are softer now." Caldwell sees his job as a writer as making him into a sort of vocal mirror. "I just try to reflect life. I'm not trying to prove anything. A writer, though, does have to interpret, too. I try to do it, try to illuminate a little bit, enlighten." When looking for a character, he looks for the one thing which makes him different, the part...
...wouldn't try to tell anyone how to become a writer or try to influence anyone's style, but I hope that my example is occasionally an inspiration." Caldwell's approach is disarmingly bland and frank. He's not an old lecher, and he's probably a lot softer than he was in the Depression years, but he still really doesn't know "anything about advertising or promotion." And it's all rather admirable...
Caldwell, however, did not show much respect for contemporary society. "People today are a lot softer than they were 25 years ago." Caldwell, who has lived in all parts of the country, finished his indictment of modern America with a flat "I would never live in Scarsdale...
KHRUCHCHEV looked tired; he was also older-looking than I had expected, and softer and shorter-looking. Perhaps this was only because for weeks his picture had been gazing out over me from hundreds of Soviet walls, and in these tinted official photographs, two or three times lifesize, his features are planed off and hardened. He was wearing a well-cut suit, dark blue verging on black, a soft white shirt with French cuffs, and a light grey tie. He placed the young interpreter from the Foreign Ministry at the head of the long, green baize conference table, and himself...