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Smears and chunks, torn furniture and flesh gouge our eyes as the Stepfather, unconcerned in the carnage, moves aside a bloody teddy-bear and steps out into the aforementioned Golden Grahams sunlight. He whistles happily up the street, waving a cheerful hello to the paper boy, and disappears into "One year later..."--where we find him with a new family...
...across the immense African landscape, from the distant escarpment, a gray-purple rainstorm blows. It encroaches upon the sunlight, moving through the air like a dark idea. East Africa has a genius for such moments. Wildlife and landscape here have about them a force of melodrama and annunciation. They are the Book of Genesis enacted as an afternoon dream...
...disgusting. The Masai dwell in the world's most magnificent spaces. Yet to stoop at midday to enter one of their dung-walled huts to share a cup of tea is to be plunged immediately into an impenetrable, claustrophobic gloom, choked with smoke. A laser beam of sunlight fires through the darkness from a window the size of a Kenya five-shilling piece. It takes three minutes for the eyes to adjust and make out the dim outlines of one's friends sitting on short stools, knees near their chins, their eyes fixed dreamily on the coals of the cooking...
Well stated by a man who hated the very idea of giving up anything to the opposition. Senate Minority Leader Robert Dole wants Reagan to come up to the Hill and meet with the bipartisan leaders in the Rotunda and there, in those streaks of sunlight that flood the old stone floor, strike a mutual doctrine on debt and spending and trade. In the shadows of the Speaker's Lobby last week, a Republican leader cocked his eye toward the House floor, teeming with old and new members in their first session, and said, "Ronald Reagan is still more popular...
Last week, in the mild sunlight over the Seine, in the belated blue of a dying November, the work of grooming the "elephant" for its last incarnation drew to an end. Masons were finishing the limestone slabs on its wide steps up from the Quai Anatole France. On the parapet, a crane solicitously set down an allegorical bronze of Oceania by some 19th century pompier -- a colonial damsel with thick lips, melon breasts and a Tahitian war club, flanked by a kangaroo...