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...Gaddafi. In a closed-door briefing for U.S. Congressmen, Secretary of State Alexander Haig last week noted that the exultant broadcasts of Radio Tripoli hailing the killing were so intense that, in his judgment, they must have been prepared ahead of time. In a rare public moment of harsh sorrow, former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger declared on television that if Libya had been "taken care of," Egyptian President Anwar Sadat might still be alive...
...tyranny . . . seek to undo the work of generations of our people, to put out a light that we've been tending for the past 6,000 years." More personally, the President said to a visibly moved Begin, "From your earliest days, you were acquainted with hunger and sorrow, but as you've written, you rarely wept. On one occasion, you did-the night when your beloved country, the state of Israel, was proclaimed. You cried that night, you said, because, 'truly there are tears of salvation as well as tears of grief.' " In response, Begin thanked...
...nation, even a violent one. There was something strutting and heartless about the way the Begin government celebrated its gratuitously vengeful bombing attack on Beirut, in which about 300 were killed. It would be unreasonable to expect official contrition. But Israel in the past has managed to convey more sorrow than anger when it wielded its terrible swift sword. Now there seems to be only anger, and it is too often shrill, self-righteous and even a bit frightening-more so to those who love Israel than to those who hate...
...torment, or any ordinary combination of these qualities will reduce both Charles and cynical 20th century filmgoers to the requisite mush. Fowles uses a good many words and some carefully worked literary effects to evoke Sarah's strangeness: "It was an unforgettable face, and a tragic face. Its sorrow welled out of it as purely, naturally and unstoppably as water out of a woodland spring. There was no artifice there, no hypocrisy, no hysteria, no mask; and above all, no sign of madness. The madness was in the empty sea, the empty horizon, the lack of reason for such sorrow...
...first time the writer returned home to work without having to worry about money. In the spring Robbins received the following postcard: "Putney, 25 May 1977: hot weather, swimming weather, deer fly weather. Finished Lunacy and Sorrow this a.m. . . . Novel is 531 pages long, has all the ingredients of an Xrated soap opera; I hope it will cause a few smiles among the tough-minded and break a few softer hearts...