Word: bores
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Borrowing the concept of the classic American drugstore the French transmogrified it into a near-erotic experience. Over the past dozen years, several versions of Le Drugstore have appeared in Paris: multimedia bazaars featuring bizarre decor, intimate bars, lavish food and smart boutiques. The phenomenon bore only a dreamlike resemblance to the drug supermarkets of, say, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Now, by way of cultural reexport, not to say retaliation, the metamorphosed drugstore has returned...
Another girl, Janice, arrived and was let through almost immediately, if only for a few seconds, for she bore gifts. Janice took in a poster for Bobby, which, she said, was just a "drawing" of him. Janice came back a few moments later with a letter in a pink envelope. She wasn't talking about the contents...
Spontaneous demonstrations erupted throughout the Middle East. In Beirut, Arabs poured into the streets to light funeral bonfires of old tires, shoot off rifles and explode dynamite charges; 14 people were dead by the time the frenzy faded three days later. In countless Arab towns and villages, weeping men bore empty coffins in mock funerals, with women following behind, tearing their hair in grief...
...they rebelled against the daily necessities posed by running an organization like the LNS. "I guess we all agreed on some basic issues, "he writes, "the war is wrong, the draft is an abomination and a slavery, abortions are sometimes necessary and should be legal, universities are an impossible bore, LSD is Good and Good For You, etc., etc. - and I realize that marijuana, that precious weed, was our universal common denominator." If he ever begins to articulate a philosophy, it is in big capital letters: TOTAL LEISURE, FREEDOM, PLEASURE, etc., and he understands that they aren't enough...
...bore no small personal grudge against these old heroes. Mailer, at a Manhattan party in his honor promoting The Armies of The Night, when we were both independently drunk, smote me a kidney-punch which may have been intended as friendly, but it hurt like hell and angered me. Styron, having written a private letter in praise of my first novel, hit me with a negative response when I inquired whether his endorsement might be converted to promotional purposes. I no longer pretend that Styron's blow was not the more painful. Still, I thought enough of both as artists...