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...will you take us?" a Siberian inquired. "To a hotel," replied the official. "Then we will arrange for you to go back home." By then, the women were wailing. One peasant yelled, "But I do not want to go back! They will arrest me and shoot me!" To a cluster of newsmen standing near by, he cried, "We ask all brothers and sisters who believe in God: Help us! Help us!" Then the bus drove away into the snow...
...University of California at Santa Cruz will eventually consist of 20 small liberal arts colleges like Amherst or Swarthmore and about ten graduate schools. Each will have about 600 students, and each will have its own traditions. The idea borrows from Oxford Vale, Harvard, and California's Claremont "cluster" of private colleges, which includes Scnpps and Pomona...
Stern's unfamiliar, spread-out country world seems full of traps and tortures. Night after night, as he makes his way home through a neighboring cluster of houses, two huge dogs vault a fence and savagely escort him, his wrist held wetly in the lead dog's teeth. Caterpillars munch away half of every shrub and tree on the place. "This house has been standing here for thirty years with whole shrubs," Stern moans. "We're in it a month and there are halves...
...Greater Nightmare. He concludes from his investigation that The Thing, as William Cobbett called the 19th century Establishment, is no longer a cozy, close-knit power elite; it has fragmented into "a cluster of interlocking circles, touching others only at one edge; they are not a single Establishment but a ring of Establishments." By contrast with the Victorians, Britain's present-day Pooh-Bahs do not aspire to know "what is best for the people," or conspire to run the country, from whose overall interests they are increasingly insulated. "This." argues Sampson "surely is the greater nightmare...
...Printing. The committee had no esthetic objection to a stamp that would show a green wreath hanging from a white suburban door, but the block of white would foul up every color-sensitized Mark II Facer-Canceler in the country. Nor did the committee have artistic reservations about a cluster of pajamaed tots ogling their loot spread out under a Christmas tree; the design simply had too much detail for reproduction. Finally a Post Office illustrator offered the winning design-a wreath adorned by a red bow, and some amateurish lettering in Olde Englishe. It was calculated blah...