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...extreme situation" lean to plagues (Albert Camus) or politics and perversion (Jean-Paul Sartre). A Cornishman and sometime naval officer. Author Golding of course sends his existential hero to sea. Aboard a British destroyer in mid-Atlantic, Christopher Martin had just given the order "Hard a-starboard'' ("the right bloody order," too, he later reflects) when a torpedo blew him clear off the bridge. He survives only to be engaged in a new rehearsal for death as the reluctant Robinson Crusoe of a waterless, naked, uninhabited rock...
Down Through Snow. The Beechcraft dipped and fell, slid heavily into a steep mountainside, shearing off the starboard engine and wing. As flames lashed at the cabin, the LeMasuriers scrambled to safety, narrowly escaped the exploding fuel tanks. Then a rainstorm squall broke and put out the fire. Although they did not know it, the LeMasuriers had crashed only a mile upslope from a sheepherder's camp on Ferris Mountain (9,500 ft.), 40 miles north of Rawlins...
...defense budget sailed Defense Secretary Charles Erwin Wilson, whose battle banner many an eye has danced to see. To port lay the lusty economizers of the House Appropriations Committee, who had just brought down 7% of Charlie's defense budget with one savage $2.5 billion cut. To starboard, scudding elusively above and below the horizon, lay sleeker seamen such as Scientist Vannevar Bush, an old Pentagon hand, and Distinguished Citizen Nelson A. Rockefeller; they thought that Wilson ought to save money and step up efficiency by making some sort of single service out of the Army, Navy...
...nights and a day, the 17,000-ton missile cruiser Canberra cut through an uneasy sea in rain and fog that blotted out the destroyers Barton and Wood port and starboard. Finally, on the second day, after knifing through the Gulf Stream, Canberra moved into the Bahama Islands' 100-mile-long Exuma Sound to be welcomed by warm sun and blue sky. Behind, through the veil of rain, lay the ship's Norfolk pier and beyond that Ike's own pier, the White House. On the horizon: the ragged smudge of Cat Island. To the northeast...
...Canberra. White House Physician Howard Snyder found the President coughing only occasionally. His head cold was easing, his inflamed left ear cleared. So much better was Ike feeling that he stripped off his jacket, lazily drove golf-balls from a coco mat into a canvas shield stretched down the starboard side of Canberra's open deck while the ship lolled nearly dead in tropic water. He ducked into bed at 9 o'clock, stayed abed nearly twelve hours, rose for a late breakfast (prunes, oatmeal, toast and jelly, Sanka) and a look at Washington reports radioed or relayed...