Word: swarmed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Council were driven from Manhattan to Philadelphia by the CIA and flown to a secret rendezvous in Florida, where they could be held in readiness to move into the first available chunk of "free Cuba." They were lodged in an old house near an abandoned airfield, surrounded by a swarm of agents, ordered to stay put. At one point, some of the council members announced that they were going to leave, even if it meant getting shot, but were put off with promises. Eventually, Kennedy's Latin American affairs specialists, Adolf A. Berle and Arthur Schlesinger, flew in from...
Gagarin arrived in a turboprop airliner escorted by a swarm of jet fighters. Along with his parents and Wife Valentina, the entire upper crust of the Soviet hierarchy was on hand to greet him. The nuzzling, the bear hug and the long kiss he got from Premier Khrushchev seemed even more active than Valentina's warm embrace. Other dignitaries greeted the cosmonaut in their turn. Then, in a column of flower-decked cars, the official party drove slowly toward Red Square and a 20-gun salute from Red artillerymen...
Moments later, hurrying down the dusty street, she was followed by a swarm of flies and by a clatter of little girls who pleaded: "Juste cinq francs, madame!" Lady Bird bravely tried to show admiration for Kayar's tiny, windowless, wooden shacks and the village sewing machine, but as she confessed later: "What bothered me most was the fact that I knew we were leaving soon, but these people would have to go on living with these flies and in this poverty...
Communism's busiest base in Southeast Asia these days is Hanoi, capital of North Viet Nam. Its streets swarm with Russians and Red Chinese. Laos is much on their minds. Sixty Russian pilots and flight engineers are billeted at the Union Hotel, and the persistent sound in the air is the drone of Ilyushins winging off with supplies for the pro-Communist rebels in Laos. But Hanoi's rulers have an even more important project in mind after Laos. At party dinners, where the cutlery comes from East Germany, the glasses from Czechoslovakia and the brandy from Bulgaria...
...households selected by the nuns for Catholic respectability rather than the real virtue of charity. In telling the life of this simple, devout soul, her son avoids the curse of self-pity that afflicted even such masterly performers as Samuel Butler, Rousseau and Stendhal, not to speak of a swarm of modern confessionists. After writing his mother's life-partly, of course, as she told it to him-O'Connor has no pity left to spend on himself. "The gutter where life had thrown her was deep and dirty," he notes. But, like her son, Mother...