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Even if the transcript had the usual Nazi twists, its territorial terms were plausible. By the ideological nature of the disease, Communism feels safe only when it is the doctor. In search of such safety, Russia has annexed 273,947 square miles since 1939-an area bigger than Texas. She has placed behind the quarantine of "friendly" (i.e., dociie) Governments the nations on her borders, and now has the two chief exceptions, Iran and Turkey, under deep-sea pressure. Even Iran's oil means less to her than the reassurance a puppet regime in Teheran would give...
...chaotic; so do most geniuses. Architect Frank Lloyd Wright's buildings might argue him a clear well of disciplined, harmonious art; but in his son's backstage biography, My Father Who Is on Earth (Putnam; $3.50), the great man sometimes looks more like a ham actor in search of a role. Says Son John Lloyd Wright: "I can think of him . . . as Don Quixote, to whom every windmill was a woman in distress; as Apis, who was conceived by a bolt of lightning; as Ferdinand, who loved the aroma of flowers; as Reynard, whose affection at times...
...some 3,000,000 Americans thus search the heavens so avidly? One guess was that war and The Bomb had hit the nation right in its lunar plexus. But people were still asking the same old questions: "Will I succeed?" "Will I get married?" "Where is William?" Only Southern California seemed worried about the future. Out of 42 letters received in a month by one fashionable Hollywood horoscopist, 14 asked: "Where is a safe place for me to move...
...well past curfew when a Cambridge University proctor, making his dignified, unhurried rounds in search of undergraduate truants, spotted two G.I.s emerging from a pub. The "bullers" (proctor's legmen) got set to grab their silk hats* and give chase. But the Americans held their ground. When he was close enough to speak without raising his voice, the proctor tipped his .mortarboard in greeting and put the traditional progging question: "Sir, are you a member of the University?" One of the G.I.s nudged his companion and demanded loudly, beerily, and in approximately these words: "Say, Eddie...
...been "betrayed," first by T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound, then by the Marxists, winds up ballyhooing bellywash on national hookups. There is the Purity League's investigation of the Booklover when its personal columns sprout a rash of "advertisements by 'gentlemen of robust constitution' in search of 'non-prudish ladies responsive to the new dance rhythms...