Word: swarm
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Saigon airport before dawn, a swarm of helicopters sputtered to life, their whirling blades churning up misty contrails in the cool, damp air. Soon a formation of 13 "Hueys" (UH-1Bs) was airborne and droning away at 2,000 ft. Below, the light of day broke over the Mekong Delta, turning rivers and canals into silvery ribbons among the green paddyfields. Inside the choppers, men long hardened to possible death carefully crushed out their after-breakfast cigarettes...
What Wood Can Say. But Frasconi can be lyrical as well as grim. His studio in Norwalk, Conn., looks out on Long Island Sound and a chain of tidal flats that swarm with migratory birds in spring and fall. In a colorful 1959 se quence, Frasconi shows the crisp, yel low marshland laced with long black lines of birds that seem to pulsate on the paper. Denuded trees float above the steel-blue water, which itself ripples with the grain of the wood. His Homage to Francisco Sabater, honoring the anti-Franco bandit slain in 1960, shows the same respect...
...more to help the two countries' tourist business than to patch up their political enmity. He will be visiting lands where archaeologists are searching out man's past, some of them using the Bible as a guidebook (see SCIENCE), and at a time when Greek Orthodox pilgrims swarm into Old Jerusalem for their Christmas. Orthodox Patriarch Athenagoras I of Constantinople called the visit "a very progressive act"; Moslem Sheikh Abdullah Alayli of Lebanon more ambiguously declared: "It is like Christ coming back once again to chase the Pharisees from the Temple." But the Pope clearly intended his voyage...
Escaping Butterfly. When dangerous dawn approaches, carpenter ants swarm over the caterpillar, herd it down the bush and into the burrow. Then they crawl in beside it and pull mud pellets over the entrance. Even when the caterpillar turns into a chrysalis, they stay on guard until it emerges as a butterfly and flutters freely away...
...horror of this book is not that men breed, swarm and die like insects. It is rather that hope is always held out, and always perverted, as the world turns through its three-part cycle. Burgess' vision is both sophisticated and cynical, and there is not a line of it that seems impossible...