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master, Morphy. He eclipsed such comparative greybeards as Samuel Reshevsky, 46, and Arthur Bisguier, 28, to win the U.S. title. The Fédération Internationale des Echecs made a special gesture of naming him an International Master of Chess. Said Bobby last week in his adolescent whine: "They shoulda made me a Grand Master." Win, Win, Win. "None of the great ones ever accomplished so much so early," says Hans Kmoch, secretary of the Manhattan Chess Club, where Bobby practices. The son of parents who were divorced when he was two, Bobby grew up under his mother...
...bereavement just as the 19th century was too expansive over it." Who really knew how to mourn? "The Greeks. They wept, they recovered, they recalled." What is old age? "Both by its practitioners and by its observers, it is approached too rhetorically and on too sustained a note-the whine of the gnat, the organ pedal diapasoning, the boom of the bittern, are among its musical accompaniments. The old person is assumed, and often affects to be, all of a piece-disgusting, pitiful, pretentious, peevish, noble, ingratiating, moody, and so on. It is really more varied, a seductive combination...
...prayer.) Down premarked roadways they headed for their planes, where ground crews were already at work. Methodically they went down their take-off check lists (the long preflight checks had been done hours before, were done anew daily) and got ready to take off with a whine and a roar. Opening padlocked metal containers and black satchels, the combat crews checked the emergency war plans they had learned by heart in daily briefings in the U.S. and in Morocco, photographic and radar pictures of their preassigned targets in Russia, routes of approach and getaway, estimates of enemy defenses and radar...
...bilious scorn, like a revolving gun turret, on everything within range: art, religion, radio, Sunday, England and, again and again, his wife and mother-in-law. As minutely venomous as a wasp, as sweepingly violent as a whirlwind, his mockery sauced with self-pity, his growl subsiding in a whine, he brings to a vast repository of grievances a commensurate repertory of abuse...
...Wheeler: The armed forces are chicken; they daren't enforce orders. But should they try, get a pressagent to whip up a frenzied campaign to save you from discipline. Carry your case to the public through press, radio, and courier where necessary. You'll win if you whine and weep. My nomination for our next "National Hero": Airman Donald Wheeler...