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...tremors became serious last August, when mobs of unemployed overthrew President Fulbert Youlou in the ex-French Congo across the Congo River in Brazzaville. The upheaval fired the imaginations of labor leaders in Leopoldville, whose slums teem with thousands of jobless. They were joined by followers of the late Patrice Lumumba and his leftist successor, Antoine Gizenga. Although he is imprisoned on an island in the river, his African Solidarity Party remains well organized...
...World. The aptness of the adjective is beyond question; the the truth of the noun, nearly so. For, though James lacked the light-shattering ingenuity of Newton and the monumental style of Kant, his gifts were nonetheless striking. His writings abound in magnificent arrays of quotable passages. His works teem with provocative insights--too many, perhaps, ever to be fully systematized. But, most of all, James radiates moral greatness. His openness of mind and eagerness to defend underdogs, his freedom from vanity and from paltry ambitions, all betoken what his father would have called "largeness of soul...
Dial 219-61. The Grand Duchy today is a sort of constitutional Camelot. It boasts 130 castles (but no university), pristine forests where wild boar are still hunted, crystalline rivers that teem with crayfish, trout and, of course, water nymphs. The Luxembourgeois, who are walking advertisements for their cuisine (famed specialties: thrush pie and partridge canape), brag that it is "French in quality, German in quantity." In other respects as well, they claim to have Europe's highest living standards. There is neither unemployment nor slums; illiteracy was banished in 1847, and the duchy's booming steel industry...
...sought the level of Percy Bysshe Shelley, would have been as out of place on Parnassus as Shelley in a Klondike saloon. The rhymes that made Service a millionaire w'ooed none of the nine Muses. They reek of male shenanigans and sweat, roar like a Yukon avalanche, teem with rude and lusty characters: Claw-Fingered Kitty, Chewed-Ear Jenkins. Muck-Luck Mag, Blasphemous Bill Mackie. Dangerous Dan McGrew. "Rhyming has my ruin been," Robert Service once wrote, falling unconsciously into the balladeer's inversion. "With less deftness I might have produced real poetry...
Alleviating the pain of prowling through 23 pages of such high prose are little illustrations by a mysterious MCR, which draw the hearts of young males toward the lovely women whom she ostensibly pictures. The pages teem with agonized girls burning button-down shirts they are trying to iron; with fearful owls who have VC emblazoned on their chests; with dungareed, odd-shaped beauties whanging guitars; and with mink-coated so-phisticates dreaming of palm trees and sun (apparently there is little of the latter in "the Pough...