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Chapter 28

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 28

She is such a bitch, Frances said, such a grade A, fucking double-duty bitch and a half.

We were under our matching blue bedspreads, in that little guest room which we knew now to be on the other side of the apartment, the farthest point from the Sunderlands’ bedroom. So it was safe to say such things. No one would hear us. It was late too, about 11:30 or so.

Not a bitch, I said. That word had been forbidden in our house. My mother’s distaste for it had rubbed off on me. Anyway, bitch implied evil and planning and gravity. I wasn’t sure Joyce deserved such credit. She’s just vapid as hell, I said, a dyed-in-the-wool twit.

Yeah. She’s not that smart. But way worse than that—she’s a friggin’ genius at being an idiot. She should get a prize or something.

Clearly, I said.

We both lay there, watching a fly intent on exploring the overhead light, which was turned off. But this was a city. You never got rid of that glow outside, seeping in. So we could still make things out.

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9. Terribly Tongue-Lashed

Rick Miller University of North Texas Press PDF



R A N G E R S C A M E U N D E R C R I T I C I S M in San Antonio when, on September 13, 1876, several men from Company A were confronted by city policemen for “parading the streets . . . armed to the teeth.” The company, as Jones’ escort, was camped on the Leon River eight miles west of the city. The Rangers were finally induced to disarm while in public, but the local newspaper accused them “of a mind to break rather than preserve the law.”1 One of the men was arrested for carrying a pistol, but was acquitted by a jury upon hearing from Lieutenant Denton that the commander had reported to the sheriff the presence of his men in Bexar County, as well as a willingness to provide any assistance the lawman might need while the Rangers were there. A second charge against the Ranger for “intimidating an officer” was dismissed after a jury failed to agree on a verdict.2

The citizens of San Antonio felt they had good reason to exonerate the Rangers. On September 21, a group of citizens met and petitioned

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3. By What Authority? On Christian Ground

Stephen Gottschalk Indiana University Press ePub

Four years after leaving boston, when eddy was comfortably settled at Pleasant View, she told a visitor that there was one incident in the life of George Washington that impressed her greatly: his refusal to be made a king after the American Revolution.1

It was a familiar story. Patriotic Americans knew it well. In view of her own sudden departure from Boston four years before, Washington’s act of renunciation had special meaning for Eddy. Like Washington, she genuinely wanted to retreat into private life, but she also felt enormous responsibility for a cause beyond herself. Eventually she, too, found herself in a position of renewed authority, having involuntarily gained a new stature by virtue of a voluntary retreat from the center of affairs. Not that Eddy sought new authority in her decision to leave Boston, although that came in full measure within several years. What she sought was more the authenticity out of which that authority eventually would spring.

During the years of her life that remained to her after her move to Pleasant View in June 1892, she possessed and exercised that authority in increasing measure. It was, therefore, entirely apt that Robert Peel titled the concluding volume of his biographical trilogy, Mary Baker Eddy: The Years of Authority. Yet that authority did not come easily or all at once; it was, in fact, hard won, tested, and fortified, especially during the four years after she took up residence in her Pleasant View home. And it was with a considerable sense of assurance and command that she was able to declare in her 1903 reply to Mark Twain in the New York Herald, “I stand in relation to this century, as a Christian discoverer, founder, and leader,” adding, “What I am remains to be proved by the good I do.”2

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Ford, Ford Madox Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub


Thirty years ago the novel was still the newest, as it remains the Cinderella, of art-forms. (That of the ‘Movies’ had not yet appeared.) The practice of novel writing had existed for a bare two hundred and fifty years: the novelist was still regarded as a rogue and vagabond, and the novel as a ‘waste of time’ – or worse. And the idea of the novel as a work of art, capable of possessing a form, even as sonnets or sonatas possess forms – that idea had only existed since 1850, and in the France of Flaubert alone, at that. Writers had certainly aimed at ‘progressions of effect’ in short efforts since the days of Margaret of Navarre: and obviously what the Typical English Novelist had always aimed at – if he had aimed at any form at all – and what the Typical English Critic looked for – if ever he condescended to look at a novel – was a series of short stories with linked characters and possibly a culmination. Indeed, that conception of the novel has been forced upon the English Novelist by the commercial exigencies of hundreds of years. The Romances of Shakespeare, novels written for ranted recitation and admirable in the technique of that form, were moulded by the necessity for concurrent action in varying places: the curtain had to be used. So you had the Strong Situation in order that the psychological stages of Othello should be firm in the hearer’s mind whilst Desdemona was alone before the audience. The novels of Fielding, of Dickens and of Thackeray were written for publication in parts; at the end of every part must come the Strong Situation, to keep the Plot in the reader’s head until the First of Next Month. So with the eminent contemporaries of ours in the ’nineties of last century; if the writer was to make a living wage he must aim at Serialisation; for that once again you must have a Strong Scene before you write ‘To be continued’, or the reader would not hanker for the next number of the magazine you served. But you do not need to go to Commercial Fiction to find the origin of the tendency: if the reader has ever lain awake in a long school dormitory or a well-peopled children’s bedroom, listening to or telling long, long tales that went on from day to day or from week to week, he will have known, or will have observed, the necessity to retain the story in the hearer’s mind, and to introduce, just before each listener’s head sank on the pillow – the Strong Situation. Indeed Scheherazade knew that pressing need.

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15. “It Is My Duty to Submit to the Presdt’s Proclamation & Quietly Continue Doing My Duty”

Ethan S. Rafuse Indiana University Press ePub

Although he took great satisfaction in the fact that he had thwarted Lee’s grand bid to win the war north of the Potomac, McClellan went to bed on the evening of September 20 in a sour mood. That afternoon a note had arrived from Halleck complaining that Washington was “entirely in the dark in regard to your own movements and those of the enemy. This should not be so. You should keep me advised of both.” Having just led the Army of the Potomac through some of the most anxious moments of the war, and still feeling the effects of dysentery, McClellan was in no mood to be lectured to by a man who had done little to vindicate the administration’s decision to elevate him to the exalted post of general-in-chief. “I regret that you find it necessary to couch every dispatch,” McClellan lashed back, “in a spirit of fault-finding. . . . I telegraphed you yesterday all that I knew, and had nothing more to inform you of until this evening.” He then reported that the Twelfth Corps had just occupied Maryland Heights and Couch’s division was pushing the rebels out of Williamsport. The rest of the army, he informed Halleck, remained concentrated at Sharpsburg watching the rebels, who were reportedly falling back in the direction of Winchester. McClellan closed by complaining that Halleck had “not yet found leisure to say one word in commendation of the recent achievements of this army.”1

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Chapter 71

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 71

When we got to the main building, which opened into a kind of roofed plaza where the swimming pool had been set in the ground long ago, three or four people were already stripped down and either going into the water, or had just emerged. The sun well on its way out, lanterns were ready to rip, and candles had been left on various tables. It was late, already near twilight.

I stared at the pool—a small, crumbly rectangle. I don’t recall all that much more except Frances was right, the water did look strange. Viscous. Like I’m told everything gels at the back of an eye, grayish or bluish in there and the threat is it could all go rigid and break away. But when someone eased into the pool, it rocked and waved as any self-respecting seasick-making element might. Frances was looking around for a place to take off her clothes.

Well, okay then, she said. And in a second, slipped out of her T-shirt, her jeans and stood for a couple of breaths, almost as thin as Twiggy, that icon of our adolescence that Ned had included in the Sunderland’s collage. Then Frances lowered herself off the side, into that drink.

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Become a Volunteer, Not an Employee

Stephen R. Covey and Jennifer Colosimo with Breck England FranklinCovey RosettaBooks, LLC ePub

Let’s listen to some voices:

“I’ve lost my job. Now what do I do?”

“I’ve consistently moved up the corporate ladder, but I don’t really feel excited about or engaged in my work.”

“I’ve been here 18 months, and it feels a little like jail. The job certainly isn’t what I thought it would be. I’m not sure who is more bored—me or the customers.”

“I put 20 years into that company, and in one afternoon, it’s all over.”

“My job is meaningless and I could easily be replaced by a robot.”

“I’ve been looking for a job for eight months. I’m still upbeat. I know I have a lot to offer. But after hearing ‘We’re not hiring right now’ a hundred times, I’m starting to take it personally.”

Maybe yours is one of these anxious voices.

Our unpredictable times have undoubtedly affected you too. You might have lost your job. You might be nervous about keeping your job. You might feel stuck in a job that means little to you.

In this chapter, we’ll talk about the secret to getting and keeping the job you want. We’ll talk about making yourself indispensable. We’ll talk about discovering your cause.

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4 Taking Passengers through Grand Canyon, 1953

Richard Westwood Utah State University Press ePub

In the winter of 1952-1953, Harry Aleson organized a hiking trip that would attempt to follow the old wagon road made by rugged Mormon pioneers in the winter of 1879-1880 on their trek from Escalante to the town of Bluff, Utah.1 By the time Georgie arrived at Richfield, Utah, on April 10, 1953, all who had signed up for the hike had dropped out except Harry. When asked if she wanted to call it off, Georgie replied, “I didn’t come from L.A. for nothing.”2

They left Richfield in a snowstorm on Saturday, April 11, and traveled for several hours in a Jeep with Dan Manning and Neal Magelby, both of Richfield. Georgie and Harry were dropped off at the top of Hole-In-The-Rock; after a little looking around, Manning and Magelby headed back to Richfield.

From this point in 1879, 250 Mormon pioneers from the Cedar City and Panguitch areas had blasted and prayed their way across this most isolated, wildly eroded “slickrock” wilderness in the dead of winter to settle the town of Bluff, Utah. Here at Hole-In-The-Rock, a narrow slit in the rim of Glen Canyon more than a thousand feet above the Colorado River, Georgie and Harry encountered the first signs of the powder-blasted, hand-built dugway made seventy-three years earlier.

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Ford, Ford Madox Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub


The nature of my relationship with Conrad has been a good deal misunderstood by the general public and the press on both sides of the Atlantic. Just before my last departure from Paris for New York, I received a letter from a London editor asking me for my ‘account’ of my ‘quarrel with Conrad’, and giving me to understand that someone else was giving what he alleged to be Conrad’s account of his quarrel with me. There never was a quarrel. Conrad never in his life addressed an irritated word to me about any personal matter, nor did I ever address one to Conrad.

I published three books in collaboration with Conrad, one of them of great length and calling for five years of work, joint and apart. For such work – work of such close texture – intimacy is necessary. That must be manifest to the most lay of intelligences. Intimacy calls also for a certain interchange of respect and affection. You cannot pass days and nights alone together worrying over words with an individual whom in your normal moments you regard as imbecile, a double-crosser or, as for any other reasons, nauseous.

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14. Crazy Horse

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 14

Crazy Horse

May 4th. 1877. Spotted Tail is still with us.

He has been installed as an honorary member of our mess. He conducts himself quietly and with perfect propriety at the table, calling for the different dishes in his own language, but understanding most of what we say to him in English: when he said—“Ahúyapé” we have learned that he means “bread”; Wosanría, Butter; Chahumpiská=White sugar; Wáka-máza, corn; Tollo, Beef; Pazuta-sapa, Coffee;

Wit-ka, eggs; Minnie-quia, Salt; Wassúnâ, Butter; Bellô, potatoes; and so on, and we have even got so proficient that we tackle boldly such words as, Ya-ma-nu-mi-ni-Pawpi=pepper; and Muncatchámuncapa=mushrooms.

Spotted Tail has one action at table, I can hardly call admirable; whenever a piece of meat which he doesn’t like, is put upon his plate, he puts it back on the main dish and waits quietly to be served with another.

Major T. T. Thornburgh, Paymaster and his clerk, Mr. Clark, arrived last night May 3d. As the morning was very pleasant, I thought I should improve it by riding over to the camp of Sharp Nose and Friday, the

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5. Reopening, Reconstruction, and Reform

Herman B Wells Indiana University Press ePub

TWO VERY BUSY YEARS followed my appointment in 1933 as secretary of the Commission for Financial Institutions and head of two divisions in the Department of Financial Institutions. The pace was terrific, from about nine o'clock in the morning frequently to about midnight, seven days a week, with most meals taken at the desk or conference table. In our dealings with bank officers and directors, my staff and I were guided by the conviction that, with the return of prosperity, assets that appeared to be worthless would again be valuable. Time proved this assumption to be correct as we lessened the economic impact of the bank and building and loan closings in many Indiana communities, and I made a host of lasting friends.

The case of each closed institution had to be studied. Its assets and liabilities, the strength of its leadership, the need for it in the community, and its prospects for success if reopened—all had to be analyzed. Since depositors' funds were frozen, rapid decisions were desirable, but the labor involved was enormous. We worked under intense pressure. Believing that reform could come after recovery with less social cost, we took the position that our mission was to help speed recovery rather than to achieve immediate reform by liquidation of marginal units. In some departments in other states and among some federal bureaucrats, the attitude was almost the reverse. Reflecting the national anger against the banks and disillusion with all financial institutions, they took a punitive point of view and were eager to find ways to liquidate rather than to reopen banks.

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5 On the Road Again

Gregory V. Short University of North Texas Press ePub

Chapter Five

On the Road again

“In the past, human warfare has been based upon the acquisition of wealth through the conquering of new territories. But in modern times, it has been based upon the acquisition of wealth through the subsidizing of the armed forces.”

On April Fool’s Day, we began to follow the barrages of heavy artillery over a mountain and into the next valley. Since Mac and Chubby were with the four-deuces, they traveled along with the Battalion Headquarters group. At the time, I didn’t realize how much I would miss their companionship until they were gone.

For our first objective, it was our job to sweep through the area west of LZ Stud, until we rendezvoused with a unit of engineers on Route 9. During this and every other major operation, everyone carried about sixty to eighty pounds of equipment apiece. At a minimum, our loads consisted of a backpack full of C-rations and personal gear, two to four canteens of water, ten to twenty magazines of M-16 ammunition, a couple of field dressings and hand grenades, a gas mask, bayonet, helmet, flak jacket, poncho, and a rifle. It was an ordeal just to walk down a flat road, much less through a humid mountainous jungle.

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Part IV: The Owl of Minerva Takes Flight in the Gathering Dusk

Rick Salutin ECW Press ePub

MY 20 YEARS AS A weekly columnist for Canada’s august newspaper, the Globe and Mail, began in 1991, roughly coinciding with the end of the Cold War. I’d say they’re somewhat related. Till then I’d done everything possible to ensure I’d never occupy such a podium. The media responded in kind.

They generally viewed me as toxic for being a leftist, communist, or possible recipient of “Moscow gold” — though I was occasionally acceptable, perhaps once or twice a year, either to prove their open-mindedness or provide a frisson of dissent, a walk on the wild side.

From time to time I’d ask, like Oliver Twist, for more. In 1981, I wrote a loving takedown of the right-wing epigone Barbara Amiel in the marginal left journal This Magazine. Peter Newman, Amiel’s editor at mighty Maclean’s magazine, for which I sporadically wrote, told me he “loved every word” of the assault. He added that he’d deny saying so if I repeated it. I agreed not to quote him but asked for a column like hers. Oh no, he snapped back. It seemed to take no thought at all. We were in a restaurant, and I went over to the bar where I saw City-TV founder Moses Znaimer. I told him I found Newman’s attitude perplexing. “The spectrum of what’s acceptable in the mainstream media,” Znaimer explained gently, “runs from A to B, and it’s all right of centre.”

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10 Triumph and Tragedy

Rogelio "Roy" Dominguez Indiana University Press ePub

My dad had been ailing for some time, but it still was a blow when he passed away in 2006. At the cemetery as the casket was being lowered into its final resting place, Mom sang his favorite song, “Amorcito Corazón” (“my love, my heart”), made famous by Pedro Infante. There wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd as eighty-one-year-old Chencha sang it in perfect tune from memory.

On March 13, 2004, Officer Robert Bridgeman was driving me to Indianapolis in a marked police car. We were in the I-65 passing lane just south of the Crown Point exit. Its being spring break, my nephew Nicholas, a Purdue University criminal justice major, was in the back seat, and I was checking my schedule on a handheld organizer. A truck driver suddenly cut us off the road. The officer swerved onto the grassy median strip and then accelerated to get back onto the highway. Slickness from the rain caused the vehicle to turn sideways and then flip over violently four or five times before finally landing off the west side of the road, upright but with the roof caved in. The truck driver later admitted that he had not used his signal light when he crossed into our lane and had been at fault.

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22. The Aerial Mining of Japan

Ralph H. Nutter University of North Texas Press PDF

22: The Aerial Mining of Japan


he aerial mining ofJapanese harbors, straits, and the Inland

Sea may have been LeMay's greatest strategic contribution to the defeat ofJapan. Military historians may have overlooked this because it lacked the drama of the firebombing of major Japanese cities or the atomic attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The navy was behind the mining ofJapanese waters. Its submarine campaign against the Imperial Fleet andJapan's merchant shipping had been a tremendous but overlooked success. The navy inflicted more damage on Japanese shipping than the Germans did on the Allies in the

Battle of the Atlantic. Ocean shipping was Japan's lifeblood. Its war industries required vast amounts of iron and steel, aluminum, and chemicals-nearly all of which had to be imported.

In the fall of 1944, Arnold's civilian committee of operational analysts joined with the navy in recommending a joint submarine and aerial mining blockade ofJapan. It was given the code name Operation Starvation.

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