THANK YOU for The Heartening Surge Of A New Canadian Nationalism (Canada Report, February). Perhaps the fact that our uniqueness has been more a feeling than anything else, more a sense of difference than a style of difference, more a cherished knowledge, unspoken, unheralded, and untried, that we are special and blessed . . . perhaps it is this that has made other nations and, shamefully enough, some of our own countrymen conclude that we have no identity.
THE TIME HAS COME to take a hard look at inflation, and to reject the blind panic with which our federal government is reacting to this economic phenomenon. We are being told that inflation is a terrible thing. Prime Minister Trudeau suggests it is so terrible it would be better to raise the level of unemployment in Canada than to endure more inflation.
THE BIG SPRAWLING face of Ed Roberts, 29-year-old genius of the Newfoundland cabinet. looms across two chairs to say something. But before he can begin there is the noise of someone snapping his fingers in my car — the kind of noise people make when they want to attract the attention of their dogs.By IAN ADAMS13 min
Ottawa argues that a policy of restraint will hurt most Canadians less than a continued rise in prices, As chairman of the Prices and Incomes Commission, Dr. John Young is charged with the job of preserving the value of our dollar. In this exclusive interview, he tells why his task is vital and how he’s tackling it
PERHAPS SOMEDAY those fundamental Anglo-Saxon expletives that form the bawdy clay of English will be as commonplace on television as the far more obscene detergent commercials. Perhaps. But despite concerted efforts by each new generation of youth, we have not seen the dawning of such an age of acquiescence.By DOUGLAS MARSHALL7 min
I AM COMFORTABLE enough, financially, to rent or purchase from among many thousands of pleasing things but none strikes me as more profoundly gratifying than a bedroom on a train. Not a mere berth, in which only a coarse brown curtain separates one from the commerce in the aisle.By HARRY BRUCE6 min
I WOKE UP one morning in Waterloo, Ontario, and my watch had stopped. It was one of those grey, overhanging, lifeless Canadian winter days when it could be nine or noon for all you can tell by the sky. There was no one around, so I picked up the phone.By BOB BOSSIN6 min
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