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...Ling Tan, his wife Ling Sao, their three sons, their daughters, the wives and children of their sons were one of those timeless, slightly-too-noble peasant families to whose portrayal Mrs. Buck brings sympathetic talents. They held land not far from Nanking, land to which they were immemorially anchored. Deep in their earth, when they dug a well, they found ancestral shards; and Ling Tan felt that he owned not merely the boundaries of his farm but a whole column of creation, straight through the planet, and straight into those unreadable stars whose toy-like glinting made friendly...
...always like to fight." On a later day, high and small in the sunlight as daylit stars, the first "flying ships" came over, to their admiration, dropping silver eggs which made the earth stand up like black trees. From his son-in-law Wu Lien, a Nanking shopkeeper, Ling Tan learned that where these eggs fell in the city, all was reduced to dust; even people were taken apart "as though they, too, were made of clay." Soon Ling Tan went into the city and saw it with his own eyes, and when his youngest son vomited, and was ashamed...
...planner, laid out the only completely planned city in the U.S.: Washington. D.C. Last week well-planned Washington had become the prime U.S. example of the weaknesses of permanent city planning. With housing facilities overflowing, wide avenues glutted, its normal population (500,000) swelled to 1,000,000, war-tan-gled Washington had forgotten to celebrate the 150th anniversary of L'Enfant's plan...
...Eight tan, faultlessly dressed, glossy-haired men arose and shouted in unison: Chai-yo! (Hurrah). They shouted it five times. For the Minister announced that, no matter what his Government said: "I have decided to work from now on for one thing and one thing only-the re-establishment of free and independent Thailand." The ornate, red-carpeted sitting room, dazzling with gold-silk furniture, pillars and goddesses, echoed with the Oriental cheers. When he finished his eloquent speech, the Minister selected a cigaret from the skull of a tiger whose open jaws were lined with gold, and ended solemnly...
...Outing Club!" snarled the dyspeptic Vagabond as he sank into the most luxurious easy-chair of his sumptuous suite. "Why can't they leave the outing clubs at Dartmouth, where that sort of thing belongs?" His complexion was losing its summer tan, taking on the familiar city sallowness, and his eyes were red with Cambridge soot. This Cambridge Scrooge rested upon his recumbent spine, and his head nodded...