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...that, Lyndon speaks almost lyrically of the land. "It's dry country," he says, "but it seems there is always a breeze blowing. And there is always sun here. We don't have dreariness. We don't have those dull grey skies when you look up. Here you have birds singing, flowers growing, girls smiling...
Shallow Ditch. The tour was also grisly for the Germans, as they measured distances and angles of vision to determine whether defendants could have been heard and identified as claimed by their accusers. One grey-faced lawyer fled an inspection of the dungeons of Cell Block 11, crying "I can't stand it any longer!" Another lawyer became ill after visiting one of the gas chambers. All stood mutely at the edge of a shallow ditch where the Nazi SS troops had burned corpses on pyres when the crematoria were filled. Traces of ash and bone could still...
Despite his 72 years, Tito himself looked remarkably fit, and his hair, doubtless with the help of his barber, still showed scarcely any grey. He betrayed his age only by taking a 45-minute recess midway in his three-hour speech; in the old days, Tito could go on for hours without getting winded...
Goldfinger. A grey sports car spirals lazily up an Alp. Looks like any other Aston Martin? Look again. This rod has bulletproof windows, and can change license plates at the flick of a switch. Its radioscope tracks a bugged automobile 240 km. away. From vents in the rear it releases a smokescreen and an oil slick. From ports in the grille it protrudes a pair of machine guns. What's more, the rear axle of the chariot is armed with bladed hub caps that telescopically extend to chew up the rubber of an overtaking vehicle. And if the driver...
...closed its door. Promised a view of an "estuary of black swans," Anthea imagines herself standing on the promontory that is covered by paperbark trees, near enough to see the writhing of the black necks. "Did she altogether want? Or touch the papery bark, flaking down, down around the grey dunny,* into opalescent scales. Sun and wind, to say nothing of moonlight, had worked upon the paper-barks. Better to watch without becoming involved in any process of skin. She withdrew her hand, finally, out of reach of further experience...