Word: anguilla
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...these hardy souls, there is no longer any escape from the office. Simply to remain competitive, professionals find that their lives are one long, continuous workday, bleeding into the wee hours and squeezing out any leisure time. "My wife and I were sitting on the beach in Anguilla on one of our rare vacations," recalls architect Trunzo, "and even there my staff was able to reach me. There are times when our lives are clearly leading us." There are phones in the car, laptops in the den, and the humming fax machine eliminates that once peaceful lull between completing...
...last week, but this time occasionally mumbling "What day is it?" and in the company of a woman with a troubled past. His mind enfeebled by Alzheimer's disease, Bing, now 85, has been living for the past week in a modest two-story bungalow on the island of Anguilla with Carroll Douglass, fortyish, whom he met last year. If she is to be believed, the two are "totally in love" and on their honeymoon; if Bing's court-appointed protectors are to be believed, Bing, a widower and childless, is being victimized by a mentally confused woman. Whatever...
...this time the couple had slipped out of New York and married in Virginia. The new Lady Bing, as she calls herself, fled with her husband by Trailways bus to Florida, then headed to Anguilla. There, questioned by reporters last week, she gave her life story, but the versions began to multiply. Had she been married before? No. Well, in fact it turned out she had been, twice. Second Husband William Rickenbacker, investment counselor and son of World War I Flying Ace Eddie Rickenbacker, told the New York Daily News that she was "quite...
...talks about hiring a barrister, Sir Rudolf stares into the distance and seems happy enough. He calls her "Carroll sweetheart" but usually talks only when prompted by her, saying a few lucid words before sliding again into a kind of dreamy trance. Sir Rudolf may not be in Anguilla after all, but back home at the Met, savoring a favorite performance of La Traviata or something he said to Maria Callas...
During the summer of 1970, I was living on the small east Caribbean island of Anguilla, which had been invaded by the British after it declared its independence. A British marine who had been aboard a landing craft later told me that minutes after the troops hit the beach, he very nearly opened fire when he saw dozens of flashes of bright light. But he hesitated when there was no accompanying rifle fire. "Bloody photographers," he said. "A hundred or so of them, all lined up on the beach...