Word: understands
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...understand it. Spiro Agnew has decided that you can't expect objective news coverage from the dollar-minded mass media...
...Some of Calley's men raced from house to house, setting the wooden ones ablaze and dynamiting the brick structures. Others routed the inhabitants out of their bunkers and herded them into groups. Some of them tried to run, said Bernhardt, but "the rest couldn't quite understand what was going on." Sergeant Terry saw a young C Company soldier train an M-60 on the first group of huddled villagers, "but the kid just couldn't do it. He threw the machine gun down." Another man picked...
...fate of a small wounded boy who had been standing by the hamlet trail. "The boy was clutching his wounded arm with his other hand, while blood trickled between his fingers," Ridenhour wrote. "He just stood there with big eyes staring around like he didn't understand. Then the captain's RTO [radio operator] put a burst of 16 [M16 rifle] fire into...
Raquel Tejada Welch bears no resemblance to frail, delicate Fay Wray from any angle. Her attack on the male world is based on calculated carnality, on the woman as animal. The parallels between her and Vidal's carnivorous heroine are remarkable. Says Raquel, "I understand Myra thoroughly. I've always identified with her." Now she is bringing her sense of identification to the screen in the title role of 20th Century-Fox's forthcoming film version of Myra. Not since Cleopatra has a movie provoked so much gossip, speculation, expectation?and guerrilla war?even before going into production...
Early Saturday night, you see, I was off to a Poetry Reading. I hadn't been to a Poetry Reading since Robert Lowell came to Quincy House last spring. Now, I knew enough about Brautigan to understand that he wasn't Lowell. Hippies talked to me about Brautigan, and they rarely mention Lowell. Still, I was going to a Poetry Reading, and Lowell's erudite gruffness remained in my mind. I'd have to put on my cultural sport coat and practice furrowing my forehead. It seemed reasonable when the friend that I'd invited asked me, "Do I really...