So the clams have John Travolta, Tom Cruise, et al in their hot li'l ol'P-R hands […]

From Communist China there was only ominous silence. Except for sterile and sporadic talks between the American and Chinese ambassadors in Warsaw, a gulf of twenty years of noncommunication separated the world's most populous nation from the world's most powerful nation.

It would be like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day balloon in a small room — Porky Pig blown to his full girth, crushing everyone inside with his porkiness.

To be sure, the average American can sign his name more or less legibly, and can make out the sports headlines—but how many nonelitist Americans can, without undue difficulty, read as many as a thousand consecutive words of small print, some of which may be trisyllabic?