Word: moonlit
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...force passage of inner monologue, the visiting girl re-examines some seemingly unimportant events to expose how the family's pieties about mankind have masked a cruel indifference to individual people. The field of potential suspects thereby doubles to include the noble clan. More important, what happened on a moonlit lawn, and why, becomes less a puzzle and more a metaphor for a social system on the brink of change. Throughout, Barnard's narrative never loses its tight focus on a domestic world as richly evoked as in anything by Galsworthy or Trollope...
...chilly flatcar under a heaving truck, leaving Colton amid a terrifying anvil chorus of wheels, cars and couplings stressing and whining. But a neophyte's raw nerves are soon lulled by the classic rhythms of clickety-clack, as he crawls into a warm sleeping bag to enjoy a moonlit panorama of passing desert and mountains unmarred by highway billboards...
...pulled the triggers. Iranian speedboats, which fired first, missed an unarmed U.S. Army observation helicopter. Two U.S. gunship choppers reacted with lethal swiftness, sinking one of the attacking boats and setting two others ablaze. A fourth escaped. Although hardly a major military clash, the fiery exchange on a moonlit night in the gulf last week ratchetted the hostilities yet another notch toward a real but undeclared state of limited...
Just after midnight on a hot, moonlit summer Tuesday, a National Park Service crew assembled, scrub brushes in hand. Its mission: to clean a year's worth of grime off the distinctive features of the 16th U.S. President. Once a year the 19-ft.-high statue of Abraham Lincoln at the heart of the Grecian-style memorial in Washington gets a thorough rubdown with special soap and natural- bristle brushes. Though Mr. Lincoln's baths are infrequent, their cost and duration are impressive. The twelve-hour cleaning set taxpayers back some...
...pages that follow, May conjures up the terror of a sunless dreamscape. He recalls abrupt summonses, moonlit interrogations in the fields and the quiet dawn in which he had to start digging his own grave -- before being reprieved for hard labor. He describes daytime marches through a desolate land of phantoms. "There was dew on the vegetation, and I washed my face in it. Deer were calling through the mist. We passed through alternating areas of thick forest and cassava fields. The stilted huts in the fields were empty and there was no one on the track...