Word: touche
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...aggressive international Communism threatens us. In the nature of things this far-flung effort ... is occasionally wasteful and inefficient. Chances must be taken, and in many cases it will be some years before we can see how successful the gamble may have been." Then Taftman Hollister added a touch that was the most meaningful of all. "I have been conducting," he told the President, "what I think is the most interesting work in the Government...
...direct orders of the late Russian Secret Service boss, Lavrenty Beria. On other occasions they worked with Russian-born Musician and Hollywood Producer Boris (Carnegie Hall Morros, 62, an unwilling courier who was trying to protect members of his family behind the Iron Curtain, was put in touch with Soble by Elizabeth Zubilin, wife of a functionary in the Soviet embassy during World War II. In 1947 Morros went to the FBI and became a U.S. counterspy. Jane and George Zlatovski were helpful spies for the Soble-Morros combine. In Hitchcock-trimmed meetings both in the U.S. and a dozen...
...really rough. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. My engine quit, but I was so sick I couldn't fix it. The loss of food and rest were doing things to me. The jaundice I had at Port Said returned. I got a touch of the malaria that had bothered me during the war. I got delirious-semiconscious, you could even...
...test well at Windy Point on the western tip of the huge lake far up in Canada's frozen Northwest Territories. The area was littered with natural oil seeps oozing from a rock strata identified as Devonian limestone. But as so often happens when oil-bearing strata touch the surface, the well proved a dud. Disappointed oilmen all but gave up on the formation's outcropping at Great Slave until last fall, when Phillips and Home Oil geologists decided that Imperial had tried to tap Windy Point's Devonian limestone in the wrong place. In a historic...
Throughout the novel the whole vast, vague Russian steppe slips from its habitual disorder into the anarchy of revolution. Trains do not arrive. Officers are suddenly bereft of rank, people of homes. Families lose touch. If the book sometimes reads like a primer, there is probably a good reason: the alphabet of this revolution is still being learned. Troyat has none of the exile's bitterness, but might well claim title to the words of one of his own refugee characters:"Where I am, there is Russia...