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...space center, engineers tried to explain their work to Lady Bird in terms meaningful to her. The 182-ft.first stage of the Saturn I is "three feet taller than the White House," its thrust is "equal to the power required to drive 100,000 Cadillacs," and the concrete in a 400-ft.-high test stand "would be sufficient to build a four-lane highway from Dallas to Fort Worth." Said Lady Bird: "Thank you for putting it into words I can almost understand...
...from the invention of gunpowder, for until then swords men had always flailed away with weapons that looked and hefted more like crowbars than épées. By the 16th century, Italian gallants had developed a light, delicately balanced rapier with the sharp point that enabled them to thrust instead of slice with the blade. Thus was born true swordsmanship. It was a century later, at the court of France's Sun King, that the long, trailing rapier yielded to the short-sword, and harmless foils were first used to master the new weapon's swift...
...singing diplomats and politicians filled Leopoldville's Manhattan Bar last week as the Congo's famed O.K. Jazz Band serenaded the honored guest with its improvised Spaak Cha Cha. As the first member of the Belgian government to visit the Congo since his country prematurely and disastrously thrust its former colony into independence, Foreign Minister Paul-Henri Spaak might have expected far harsher words of welcome...
...wonder if she has left her copy of Dombey and Son in the garden. Her shawl? Did she cover the chairs? And I know that the sound of the rain will wake some lovers, and that its sound will seem to be a part of that force that has thrust them into one another's arms. Then I sit up in bed and exclaim aloud to myself, 'Valor! Love! Virtue! Compassion! Splendor! Kindness! Wisdom! Beauty!' The words seem to have the colors of the earth, and as I recite them I feel my hopefulness mount until...
...soul, "Where honor should be, in me there is only a void," he tells his mistress (Sian Phillips). Then the easy-living courtier becomes archbishop, and fate summons him to uphold "the honor of God." But does he die to defend canon law, made great by the great office thrust upon him, or is he merely a self-appointed martyr in search of his Cain? Given a mass of ambiguities to project, Burton projects them remarkably well. He daringly meets the competition offered by O'Toole with a sober, almost stubbornly restrained performance-and if the script defeats...