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[...] The same heat that made me groan with dismay turned Rob into some version of a south-sea island native. [...]

There are gullies, hills, mountains, valleys, large continents, small islands upon the earth, and the falling rain fits itself to those contours. [...]

[...] Before going into our chronology of personal events for those three months, however, I want to continue my brief study of the affairs—really the consciousnesses—involving Three Mile Island, Iran, and the war between Iran and Iraq. [...]

[...] The Nuclear Regulatory Commission has rejected the idea of a sealed-up radioactive power plant sitting on its island in the Susquehanna River; the danger of eventual uncontrolled contamination, including seepage into the river, is too great.²

2. The cleanup costs at Three Mile Island are now projected at more than $1.5 billion, and will continue to increase. [...]

[...] 2] at the Three Mile Island nuclear power generating plant in southeastern Pennsylvania. [...]

[...] You end up with affairs of great national and world concern, such as the Three Mile Island episode, and other lesser-known near-nuclear accidents.

[...] This one wasn’t a “Roman,” though, but a series of very vivid impressions of myself as a black woman on the island of Jamaica, in the Caribbean Sea. [...]

[...] Maumee, or Mawmee — an illiterate but shrewd, very strong personality who was acting in rebellion against the colonial authority of England in the early 1800’s. She escaped that time, and lived to struggle often against such forces on the island.

[...] Even with his seemingly destructive ways, man can injure that joint reality only to a minor extent, regardless of such potential fiascos as that posed by Three Mile Island, or even nuclear war. [...]

I last discussed the cleanup at Three Mile Island, and nuclear power challenges in general, including safety and costs, in the opening notes for the 936th session, with its Note 2. That was almost three months ago, in November 1981; see Chapter 11. [...]

Yet from the very day of the accident, this question has existed along with each step of the cleanup process, and will continue to do so: What to do with Three Mile Island, that enormously complicated human creation that now has its own consciousness, and that has in its own way exerted the force of that consciousness throughout our civilized world? [...]

[...] The motel was on St. Thomas, an island near Puerto Rico. [...]

(The Dominican Republic is an economically very poor country occupying the eastern portion of the island of Hispaniola in the West Indies. [...]

(Notes: Richard Bach and Eleanor Friede called Jane Monday afternoon, November 27, from Bridgehampton, Long Island, before Dick flew back to Carmel, California, and I read this copy to them. [...]

[...] [Pete, at the moment as far as we know, is in the Hawaiian Islands.] Bill and Pete met once at our apartment two years ago.

[...] Before the reorganization this year Artistic dealt with many artists and firms in the northeastern states, including New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts. [...]

(Speculating about a triangle in which he was involved, John said he could see where the weak point would be his immediate superior, his district manager in Rochester, and the strong point would be the regional manager in Long Island. [...]

[...] I referred to the strong local opposition to venting radioactive krypton gas from the contaminated containment building at Three Mile Island. [...]

That first, July 23rd entry at Three Mile Island took place on day 263 of the seizing of the American hostages in Iran. [...]

[...] As the evening progressed we became involved in some pretty heated and involved discussions about Three Mile Island, man’s greed for money, his basic good intent, and related issues. [...]

[...] The oddity here is that the sister and her new husband also went to Puerto Rico on their honeymoon; however they left for the island Saturday night, whereas Peggy and Bill left for Puerto Rico the next day, Sunday. [...]

[...] At your level you think it is divided into areas of land and water — continents and oceans, islands and peninsulas, cities and woods — because that is all you perceive. [...]

[...] While on duty in some of the remote islands of the Pacific, however, I managed to get in some flying time, though not as a pilot.

[...] They think of an island that sounds like Sumatra, but is not.