Word: birdness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Manhattan hooker is no wistful Lili Marlene swinging a sad handbag under the street light. She is a feral and formidable bird of prey-as West Germany's ex-Finance Minister Franz Josef Strauss, 55, discovered at 2:30 one morning last week. Outside the Plaza Hotel just off Fifth Avenue, he was accosted by three women in a yellow car. One of them got out and suggested the possibility of deepening their relationship. "I took the whole thing from the ironic side," says Strauss. But the lady took the whole thing from another side, light-fingered his wallet...
Hapless Gamblers. Not filled bottles, but empties. The fancy packaging (animal, bird and political figurines), initiated in the mid-'50s by the James B. Beam Distilling Co. as a spur to liquor sales, boosted sales all right, but not just by drinkers. The bottles turned out to be every bit as intoxicating, so much so that a company called Grenadier is now in business primarily to serve "the Connoisseur Collector with the finest examples of porcelain soldier figurines [bottles] available anywhere in the U.S." Moreover, unlike their contents, the bottles have a long-term value: Jim Beam...
...that as my Greyhound pulled out of the terminal after Saturday's consolation game, while some new snow was coming down, that I had this irresistible tendency to flip the bird right through that dirty window to Syracuse. Sure it was immature, but even if we're only young once we can be immature forever. And the immaturity of the act was so clearly outweighed by its emotional appropriateness. Besides, how much can an impending eight-hour bus trip enhance your perception of good taste? So I flipped the bird...
...last week with Husband Richard Burton for a holiday in Switzerland and the U.S. Burton, who is taking a percentage rather than a salary for his soon to be released film Villain, then plans to begin "hovering," as he puts it, "over the box office return like a Welsh bird of prey...
...enormous for any novelist-is the scale of humanity. To the point of abstraction she has willed herself into a universe of absolutes where nihilism and revelation, madness and sanity become the same thing. At that point she stands alone, with no life in sight but the white bird of her obsession...