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Although The Knack gives almost a magical impression of freshness, there is little in it technically that is new. Perhaps Lester's major innovation is his use of a chorus. As Nancy alights from her bus, or Tolen and date roar by on his motorcycle, a succession of middle-aged onlookers mutter about the degeneration of youth. (Sometimes we hear only their voices, as in counterpoint.) The comments abound in unintentional puns, doubles entendres, and misunderstandings...
Churned Earth. Early last week a Dutch engineer named Egbert Roosma took a stroll on the outskirts of the camp. The late afternoon sun glistened on the bright yellow barracks, repair shops and tool sheds. There was a constant roar from bulldozers and heavy-duty trucks churning up the slate-grey earth as they carried dirt and rocks to the growing wall. Roosma, 25, had reason for satisfaction: the Mattmark project would be completed by October, and its turbines were already generating electricity. He had got on well with his Swiss employers and with the hundreds of workers...
...issue was Ky's announced draft of students and professors into the Vietnamese army for officer training. The roar came from Hué, where the draft order would have reduced the local university's faculty to four professors. Meeting in a series of open "seminars," a sort of Asiatic teach-in, 500 draft eligibles issued a fiery manifesto accusing Ky of attempting to "lead the society into a state of confusion and darkness," demanded the overthrow of the government, free elections and, for good measure, "social revolution...
...mariners puzzled over a molten glow in the eastern sky. Over the roar of the freeway, motorists heard the unmistakable crack of rifle fire, the chilling stutter of machine guns. Above city hall, billowing smoke from 1,000 fires hung like a cerement. From the air, whole sections of the sprawling city looked as if they had been blitzed...
...head of an old lion and in a high rolling roar he makes some of the most spectacular conversation of the century. At 58, Wystan Hugh Auden is the only man left in the English-writing world who can be called a major poet, but unhappily he has fallen on lean years; for more than a decade his verse has lacked verve. In About the House, no sudden reanimation of the muse is evident; yet in these pages the poet attempts to draft a new lease on creative life. Auden in his previous poetry has systematically sublimated private feeling into...