Word: breakfasts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...important question here is how Paul Newman stacks up against James Bond. Well, he is one up on Bond in the drinking department. He squeezes in three or four martinis before breakfast and even while dancing carries a giant brandy snifter around. On the other hand, he is sadly deficient in the love department. One smooth line of his goes, "I didn't know ice cubes could melt so fast...
...Waterfront and Alex North's Streetcar Named Desire were part of the same revolt. The Third Man's zither score had an insistent, mechanical inevitability that suggested a man out of control of his fate. Viva Zapata! rang with the violent sound of revolution, and Breakfast at Tiffany's, for which Henry Mancini wrote one of the best film scores ever, was lighted with a sweet ambiance that had the very taste of caviar...
King rises at 6:30 a.m. and goes to his study for 45 minutes of reading. Then he has fruit juice and coffee for breakfast, and at 9 o'clock drives to his office in one of his two cars (a 1960 Ford and a 1963 Rambler). There he goes to work in a 16-ft.-square room filled with perhaps 200 volumes on Negro and religious subjects; he checks his mail (about 70 letters a day), writes his speeches and sermons, confers with aides and, by telephone, with civil rights leaders around the country. He usually eats...
Johann Sebastian Bach seemed to have no understanding of his own greatness. Year after year, he turned out his glorious cantatas and Passions like a baker hurrying over the breakfast rolls. He considered the music that flowed from his pen for 50 years to be a collection of testimonials to honest craftsmanship-some of it better than others, but all of it composed, as he humbly wrote in the dedication of the Musical Offering, "as well as I possibly could...
...magic, Paris customs men switch his raincoat for one belonging to another tourist. The critic finds its lining contains ten-count 'em-ten $10,000 bills. To no one's surprise, the critic turns out to be a former foreign correspondent who can order breakfast in at least six foreign languages and-what else?-a onetime OSS man in World War II. In no time at all he is up to his tweed lapels in a fell and fancy plot to blame the U.S. for bribing some Frenchmen to kill General Charles de Gaulle. Could this chicanery...