Word: unknowns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...harsher light on Stevenson's Cuban crisis behavior. Their Post piece has much in common with the Washington fact-fiction novels that are now clogging the bestseller lists. It purports to narrate the secret deliberations of "ExComm"-an abbreviation for the National Security Council Executive Committee that was unknown even to members of the group until it was repeated paragraph after paragraph by Bartlett and Alsop. The Post story is filled with Druryisms and some language that seems to be left over from the magazine's serialization of Fail-Safe. Leaders negotiate "in the shadow of nuclear...
...group of writers was exempted from Pravda's tirade. They were the authors who served Khrushchev's destalinization campaign. All the rage in Moscow last week was an autobiographical short novel by a previously unknown writer, Aleksandr Solzhenitsin, 44, a provincial teacher who spent eight years in an Arctic slave labor camp after...
...life not merely in terms of acts but rather of basic commitments." The world, in Rahner's vision, is full of "anonymous Christians"-men who may formally disbelieve in Christ or the church, but who nonetheless have made a personal and total surrender to the truth of an "unknown God." For Rahner, these truth-wedded men are, in a sense, Christians also-perhaps better Christians than those reared as Catholics who carry on their spiritual life by rote...
...woods." At the same time, groups of teen-age Negroes, plainly having been drinking, began belligerently roaming the stadium. A white girl was knifed in the buttocks in a ladies' room; a Negro boy was hit on the head by a bottle thrown by a person of unknown color. Many Negro and white parents anxiously began shepherding their children toward the stadium exits. The game neared its end; the remaining spectators began counting down the last seconds: ". . . Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" As the gun sounded, hell broke loose...
...Dumbwaiter, two men, Ben and Gus, loll on iron cots in a mottled green basement room and bandy naggingly repetitive small talk. It gradually becomes apparent that they are two hired gunmen waiting to riddle an unknown victim when he comes through the door. With an ominously metallic rattle, a dumbwaiter suddenly reveals itself behind a false panel in the wall. On it is an order for "two braised steak and chips, two teas without sugar," followed by a demand for "macaroni pastitsio." In a nervous swivet, Ben and Gus pile on their own stale snacks. But the machine...