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...Feast of the Gods, Raphael's Alba Madonna, or even the museum's other and better Cezannes. Its interest is mainly historical. Cezannes of this date are rare. Even the ineptitudes of this gawkily powerful portrait-such as the clumsy handling of the trousers and the armchair-have a certain interest in the context of Cezanne's development, reminding viewers that genius has to grow and is not born full-blown...
...managing the Dreyfus Corp., Stein is paid $160,000 a year; he also owns 5% of the corporation's stock, a holding now worth about $2,000,000. He runs his empire in a muted, loosely organized style. Visitors often find him sprawled in an armchair in his corner office on the 35th floor of Manhattan's General Motors Building, his shoes off while he studies charts. Stein's informal clothes, casual manner and diffident speech are outward manifestations of a state of mind. He soaks up information, but prefers getting it from people rather than books. An unschooled...
Wishful thinking, and a good deal of armchair remorse, has compounded the question. So have the ironies of history. The Bomb was originally conceived as a counter to the threat of Hitler and the further threat that Nazi Germany might build it first. But it was not ready until after Germany had surrendered. Thus only by historical circumstance was the Bomb ever juxtaposed to an even bloodier alternative-the massive invasion of the Japanese mainland...
...living room of a suite in Kirkland House there is an armchair. That is where Doug sits-indeed, that is where Doug lives. It is an old chair, an uncomfortable chair, a smelly chair (a drunken kid from across the hall pissed on it once)-but Doug doesn't care. Why should...
That same modesty underlies the book's most serious limitation, at least for readers who already share Cowan's disillusionment. Making of an Un-American looks behind us: its few implications for the future are cautious and vague. Cowan is, as Mark Rudd would doubtless sneer, an armchair revolutionary. He freely admits his inability to reduce the bankruptcy of reformism to personal revolutionary action. He brilliantly delineates how he got where he is, but takes us no further. His book ends with a disappointing abruptness after his revulsion for the Peace Corps comes to a climax. He is "un" -Americanized...