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Moynihan's wife Elizabeth, a part-time painter, sculptor and the mother of three teen-age children, says that her husband is, above all things, a word man who is "happiest when he writes every day." He goes to bed reading and wakes up writing?when he sleeps at all, that is. Most nights are a series of fitful catnaps, often with spells at the typewriter in between. At the family's 600-acre dairy farm in upstate New York, there is an old schoolhouse on the property that Moynihan uses as his word-mill whenever he has a chance...
Judges have been imposing increasingly tough rulings on prison authorities in the past few years. But Johnson went well beyond his judicial confreres to lay down an extraordinarily detailed set of standards that Alabama's prisons and other penal facilities must meet-from a weekly change of bed linen and "three wholesome and nutritious meals" a day to almost halving the current 4,400 inmate population and nearly doubling the 383 guards at the state's four largest institutions. The judge ordered that every inmate be given "a meaningful job," a chance to take "basic educational programs...
...variously as "an oversized Infanta of Spain, an enormous bird, a lion-hunting hostess." In Those Barren Leaves, Aldous Huxley described those moments, just before retiring, when the Ottoline-like character would turn to her house guest and ask probing, intimate questions. "For on the threshold of her bed-chamber she would halt," he says, "desperately renewing the conversation with whichever of her guests happened to light her upstairs. Who knew? Perhaps in these last five minutes, in the nocturnal silence, the important thing would be said." It is as if each of the artists with whom she was most...
...scenario--a young princess looking over various suitors in order to choose a husband--into a grotesque, surrealistic fantasy. All Phylissa's wooers first enter gallantly, then run scared as her lust switches on. Little Napoleon, terror-struck, stabs himself in the groin. Max-Pipifax makes it further, to bed with the empress, only to be eaten by her highness--who proceeds to throw up on his flesh. The two are hardly men, nor are the rabble of other lewd cavaliers, truly Phylissa's menagerie of beasts...
...screening session, where he rubs elbows with New York's brightest and best. He hurries home late in the afternoon and makes love to his beautiful, glamorous girlfriend. She asks him to marry her, and he refuses. Eventually he gets down to work--he climbs out of bed, showers, puts on a terrycloth robe, sits down at the typewriter and hammers out a few hundred words. Just as he finishes, a messenger arrives from the Post to pick up his copy...