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...Family of Man Totem that she thought would look well in front of the U.N. building. ("People told me I was a fool to try it, but I said if I wanted to be diplomatic I wouldn't be a sculptor.") Among the most entertaining exhibits was a bulbous Woman-Shaped Vessel seated in a bird bath. Its head was a giant stopper, and Mitzi figured the body should be used for holding "something fruity-rum, I guess...
There has been a lot of ink spilled over the grandeur of the Missa. Bulbous-headed little men have gone around spreading the misconception that the Missa isn't really a mass at all, much less a dirty old Catholic mass. Catholic masses are supposed to be sung in monotones by corrupt priests in faraway places. But this is a philosophy; it has a profound message for the initiate and plenty of sex for young and old. As a result of all this drivel, the Missa has been turned in finale furioso of the concert stage and it has been...
...until the seventh sweat,' as we say. They drink tea, sweat, dry themselves with a towel and start all over again. A Muscovite has seen a lot, knows his worth, but doesn't put on airs. He has an open Russian face, not necessarily with an uplifted bulbous nose. He also has an open soul. He is not cold like Petersburg people-he is passionate and sincere. He keeps all holidays and fast days, but during Muslenitsa (butterdish time; i.e., carnival) he stuffs himself with bliny, drinks beer and vodka until he is dizzy, rides around in sleighs...
...responsible statesman in any country can, or does, contemplate the prospect of war." For the immediate future Lie was probably right; but Lake Success was haunted by the fear that a fateful day would come when Andrei Gromyko, the Neanderthal diplomat, would hunch his shoulders and follow his bulbous nose out of a door for the last time...
...distrust of property men, doctors and small children was undiminished. His voracious love of life and laughs had not failed, and he still eyed the world with the spurious heartiness of a man with an ace up his sleeve. But his body was flabby and old, and his fiery, bulbous nose had become a shocking badge of suffering. Last week, after 67 years, death finally hoodwinked W. C. Fields, the noblest confidence man of them...