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...riots, mostly by blacks, in Lambeth's Brixton section in April. Said he: "Lambeth is now under an army of occupation. Steps are being taken by the police to set up the same apparatus of surveillance as one sees in concentration camps." A fastidious dresser who drives a BMW, Knight is an unlikely looking street radical, but it is from the pavements that he draws his support. He has been widely accused of exploiting racial tensions in an attempt to rally radicals to his council campaign. Though he was thrown out of the Labor Party...
...first year. Asks one skeptical competitor: "Can you hang a Cadillac name plate on something as thinly veiled as the Cimarron? I doubt it." The new model is designed to appeal mainly to a new Cadillac customer: well-heeled younger drivers who can afford a $12,900 BMW 3201 or an $11,100 Audi 4000. But will a sports sedan customer be attracted to a car that has traditionally been synonymous with conspicuous consumption? And will he pay several thousand dollars more for a Cadillac than for a similarly equipped Pontiac J2000 that is built in the same plant? Admits...
...husband, a functioning dipso poet named Skippy Mountjoy. Albert drops by to walk their dachshund every day. His girlfriend is a youthful, frantically athletic woman whom he calls the Human Dynamo. She telephones lim at night from New Canaan, Conn., to wonder whether the vanity plates on her new BMW should say YOGURT or SUNDAE or MUFFIN. Stooped by his literacy and sorrow, Albert must listen to the Dynamo complain: "You don't play tennis, you don't snow-ski, you don't water-ski . . . Albert, we have nothing in common." The Dynamo later lets fly with...
Outside, in the street below, traffic zoomed past. It could have been any street, except that all the cars were Fiats, with an occasional Volvo or BMW, and they drove at breakneck speed, the drivers shouting and hurling insults through the honking of horns. Turning back toward my new acquaintances, they seemed for a moment to be my friends in Tommy's, but the rays of the sun affected me. When I roused from my reverie, I realized that the gibberish they uttered was German, not the vacuous, unintelligible, pinball-punctuated banter overheard on Bow Street. I smiled, shaking...
...Renate, 26, a clerk and a secretary who live in a pleasant, suburban Bonn apartment, earn a combined gross salary of $2,500 a month. Taxes take nearly $1,000 of that, and they manage to save only about $100 a month. But they have a six-year-old BMW, holiday abroad every year and are preparing to move to another apartment. When they do, the moving and redecorating will be done cheaply by "friends" from the black labor market. Says Wolfgang: "We have no complaints. Life has been very comfortable...