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...behind desks, or infest libraries, or say 'No Comment' just don't make for exciting copy. Kearns is emotional and plaintive, Goodwin is garrulous and familiar, and Glikes is intense and a little self-righteous. They all call me Phil, they all love to go off-the-record and whine about the other characters in this story, no matter how minor, and they all have an axe to grind. And they're all trying to manipulate me by pretending to be utterly candid...
...siren-like whine of the jet and the explosions triggered pandemonium in the city. Diners crouched in fear behind street food stalls, panicked blue-and-white-uniformed children fled from a nearby school, riot police in green cars closed in on the palace. Radio Saigon proclaimed a 24-hour curfew; shops were quickly shuttered, and traffic was hopelessly snarled as people tried to hurry home...
...designs for false bookshelves and secret passageways, Krotz some times appears to be auditioning for the part of James Bond's next artificer. But his improvisations are far more suggestive of a Maxwell Smart rerun. One can almost hear the nasal whine: "The old up-and-in opening-fulcrum-stair-kick-board hiding place, eh, chief?" One significant hiding place is omitted from this complete volume: a place large enough to accommodate both the thief and his victim. It is called the judicial system, with its hidden compartments-the police station, the courtroom and the jail...
...victims of international capitalist plunder are coming together on a world scale, uniting against their common enemy. In retrospect, we can see that Malcolm's ideological development, his evolution from self-hate to nationalistic self-pride to internationalistic solidarity, was ahead of its time. While it is pointless to whine about "what he could have done" had he not died, it is essential to study, grasp, and put into practice the things he showed us while he lived...
During the afternoon, gardeners were still dumping topsoil. The whine of vacuum cleaners sounded in the foyer. Along the lobby, leatherette ottomans were being bounced into place to the cacophonous accompaniment of electric drills. "We have only five hours to go," said President Donald L. Engle of the Minnesota Orchestral Association, surveying the mess. "But I tell you this-we'll be ready...