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...food industry could be developed at the same rate as heavy industry, but the party had been unswervingly right "in the struggle against the Trotskyites and the right-wing capitulators and traitors" who had fought the heavy industry program before. That, he said, would have meant "the doom of our revolution." He rattled off impressive-sounding (for Russia) production figures...
...miles a day, pickled his face and hands in beef brine, and became a symbol of invincibility around the world. He fought from a crouch-the "Jeffries crouch"-his bullet head and meaty body low, his left outthrust, his right cocked to mete out instant doom. He beat Joe Choynski, Tom Sharkey, Gus Ruhlin, beat Fitzsimmons again, knocked out Jim Corbett twice. In 1905, at 29, he ran out of opponents and retired, wealthy and undefeated, to raise cattle and prize dogs on his ranch at Burbank, Calif, and enjoy the plaudits due a superman...
...carefully considered every detail of the case. He had begun to study the case even before he became President, anticipating that Harry Truman would be unable or unwilling to reach a decision in his last days as President. Dwight Eisenhower's answer all but closed the door of doom on the Rosenbergs. There were still a few desperate delaying actions to be made-and Lawyer Emanuel Bloch might succeed in winning more borrowed time-but the only real opportunity of escape lay with the Rosenbergs themselves. If they broke their long silence-if they confessed the secrets of their...
WHEN Graham preaches about pride or venality, he struts; when he speaks of the unregenerate's awful doom, he covers his eyes with both hands; and when he warns that "it can happen to you," his forefinger slashes at every sinner's heart. To keep himself mobile, Billy clips a lipstick-shaped microphone to his necktie; an assistant holds the coiled slack of the wire, and pays it out to him as he moves about. On the pulpit, Billy rests two black leather books. One is a notebook containing a typed outline of tonight's sermon...
...kind of composition for tape recorder was unwound: Low Speed, Invention and Fantasy in Space by Otto Luening and Sonic Contours by Vladimir Ussachevsky. Out of the loudspeaker came the sound of a flute-but a flute that could growl like a bassoon, or thunder like the trump of doom, as well as chirp like a bird-and the sound of a piano that seemed to accompany itself with organ tones. Haunting both instruments was a maze of echoes and pulsing overtones...