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...development men find the Laotian people charming, but by Western standards, bone lazy. In other backward lands, it is popular to write this quality off to malnutrition, liver flukes and intestinal parasites, but in Laos (where these afflictions also abound) lethargy extends to the highest rank of princelings, raised on French cuisine. The favorite phrase in Laos is bo pen nyan, a vaguely negative phrase that means anything from "too bad" to "it doesn't matter." Peasants listen with interest when U.S. experts explain scientific agriculture. But when they learn that the aim is to double production rather than...
...stylus with a point of silver that flakes off on paper specially treated with a mixture of bone and glue...
...balding, deceptively mild-mannered, retired businessman from Belmont. Mass., named Robert Welch. Son of a North Carolina farmer. Baptist Welch, 61, spent 25 years as an executive with Cambridge's famed candymaking James O. Welch Co. (run by his brother). After the war, Welch began to bone up on Communist literature; eventually he decided that such schemes as social security and federal income tax laws were part of a Red plot to ready the U.S. for Soviet conquest. Welch left candy for fulltime anti-Communist pamphleteering in 1957. He founded the John Birch Society the next year, naming...
...cannot hope to turn again from this magazine without a much needed comment on the book reviews. The Advocate's remarks on Starbuck's Bone Thoughts and Updike's Rabbit, Run indulge in uninteresting and solecistic analyses of form. A most interesting example of galloping ineptitude includes the following sentence, whose prose more or less captures the spirit of all the Advocate critics: "Right or wrong, we are all like Rabbit, but only Rabbit runs, not escaping, though there is that too, an element of panic in his flight, but towards an impossible freedom and meaning, which, if captured, would...
...convict just like you." Suddenly, wonderfully, a new dimension of reality surrounds and penetrates the scene: the dimension of divine love. Like an impossible hope it flickers in his heart. In this hope the condemned man and his audience are so intensely interfused and mutually identified -thanks to the bone-honest, heartfelt playing of Dullea and Murray-that the spectator not only shares the victim's agony in the gas chamber but may even, at one transcendent moment in this film, feel himself dead in the dead man, feel the dead man living in himself. The experience is extraordinary...