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...often rent a dilapidated house on the edge of a town, where they swap girls, drugs and stolen motorcycle parts with equal abandon. In between drug-induced stupors, the Angels go on motorcycle-stealing forays, even have a panel truck with a special ramp for loading the stolen machines. Afterward, they may ride off again to seek some new nadir in sordid behavior...
...Afterward Harry hates himself, but Evie, when she learns of it, seems to like him even better. He invites her down to the Village to see a flat he has rented for the widow, and of course she thinks it is for her. When she finds out it isn't, she begins to cry. Harry suddenly notes that Evie is not simply one of those eccentric biddies that you hate to sit next to on a plane. She is-well, a person. A real person. Back at the hotel several scenes later, their hands touch to the accompaniment...
...parents' home in 1929. Two years later, when Malcolm was six, his father was run over by a streetcar, his body cut almost in half. Police called it an accident, but Malcolm insisted that his father had been bludgeoned by whites and placed across the tracks. Soon afterward his mother was committed to a mental asylum in Michigan...
...That's all there is to it." (Sixty grams are about two ounces.) At first, say the authors, the dieter will have to consult the tables to avoid ordering lima beans (15 gm. of carbohydrate to an average serving) instead of green beans (a mere 3 gm.). Afterward, they claim, it will be easy to run down the menu and pick poached filet of sole, champagne sauce-"perhaps one gram for the flour in the sauce; highly recommended"-or filet mignon, béarnaise sauce-"one gram for the eggs; no danger here." But as for a chocolate malted...
...soul. She disagreed with the film's black point of view, hated making it, and still refuses to sympathize with the spiritually anesthetized character she played. Yet there was something of her in every tremor of the composed, presentable grief that La Notte mercilessly dissected, and four years afterward it can still make her shudder. "There are people like that poor woman, of course," she says, "but that is not what love is like. Not for me, at least...