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...military dictator, General Idi ("BigDaddy") Amin Dada, had carefully arranged that each of the twelve men he wanted to execute should be shot in his own home town. The reason: so that "everyone, including his parents, can see." Last week, in seven separate ceremonies before crowds of coerced and sullen spectators, alleged guerrillas were dragged from police Land Rovers, tied to trees or stakes in stadiums, city parks or mere clearings and then shot to death with bursts of automatic rifle fire. At Mbale, where 3,000 people showed up for the event, an army captain and a 17-year...
...Boom. When Elvis Presley twitched at the head of a pack of oil-gun-groomed Teen Angels, white youth abandoned the syrupy somnolence of Joni James and Patti Page to share, at a safe distance, the black experience expressed in rhythm and blues. In the late '50s, the sullen sounds of American rock gave way to the urban folk madrigals of the Kingston Trio. They and their imitators were in turn swept from the popular field by those definitive merry mercenaries the Beatles...
...fact, it may all be too good to have ended. Curiously, there has been no sequel as yet to the November crackdown, even though some 300 unlicensed guesthouses continue to operate illegally right inside Zakopane itself. The word among the sullen gorali is that most of the victims of the bulldozers were simply too poor to get up the necessary bribes; Stanislaw Suchowian, 30, the father of two, who was arrested at 4 a.m. on the morning of the raid, lost his life's savings when his house was smashed down...
...Sullen Weeds. After transferring to Barnard and graduating, Mead entered into the first of her three marriages, to a ministerial student named Luther Cressman. She had chosen him partly because he possessed the sensitivity to people's feelings that she so missed in her father. They had been engaged for five years and had read manuals on sexual technique, but they found at first that there were "moments of strangeness and disappointment to overcome." Overcome them they did, but Mead soon realized that she was writing poems that were "curiously contrapuntal to my expressed contentment." One, for instance, began...
Canton airport was like a deserted movie set, the cavernous terminal silent and still and lit only in the section where we got out of our 13-car motorcade. We were ushered through to the waiting Antonov-24 Turboprop on the apron. Two rather sullen stewardesses in creased olive-drab army-style uniforms helped us put our heavy typewriters on the shelves above the seats (contrary to international regulations), handed round candy before takeoff, then retreated to the rear of the 48-seat aircraft. A barely intelligible English-language announcement warned that "all passengers should register inflammables, corrosives, explosives...