Word: founding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...recent visit to distant lands I found one statesman after another eager to tell me of the elements of their government that had been borrowed from our American Constitution and from the indestructible ideals set forth in our Declaration of Independence. As a nation we take pride that our own constitutional system and the ideals which sustain it have long been viewed as a fountainhead of freedom...
...about one-half of the camps they visited, the Red Cross inspectors found conditions "satisfactory to good." (One of the best, they noted, was run by a French officer who had been an inmate of Nazi Germany's Dachau concentration camp.) But at the "transit camp'' of Cinq-Palmiers in the Algiers military district, the inspectors found six prisoners, three of whom displayed recent contusions, jammed into a single cell; at their feet lay the corpse of yet another Moslem who had died unattended during the preceding night. At Telagh, in Oran military district, the wrists...
...most antiChristian. Its theme was man's common struggle to fight evil "without lifting our eyes towards the Heavens where God stays silent." As one character puts it, "Can one become a saint without God?" The question was to be asked in 17 different languages and Camus found himself famous...
...gaily, "when one is not driving oneself." At 2 that afternoon, the car sped through the town of Villeneuve-la-Guyard, about 80 miles southeast of Paris. A few minutes later it lurched out of control, hurtled against one tree and smashed into another. When the police arrived, they found Gallimard fatally injured, his wife and daughter unconscious. In the back of the car, whose speedometer had stuck at 150 km. (94 m.p.h.), was the crushed and lifeless body of Albert Camus...
Like a dead soul out of Gogol, a human figure rose out of a dung heap recently in the Ukrainian village of Tsirkuny, and rushed forth shrieking: "I want to live! I want to work!" Astounded neighbors, reported the Soviet newspaper Izvestia last week, found that the stinking, blinking, sunken-jawed wretch was Grisha Sikalenko, 37, a fellow they all thought had died a hero's death fighting Germans in World War II. In truth, quavered Grisha, he had deserted the very night he marched away to war, sneaked home to the hiding place his parents made...