Word: caesares
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...will be as if we ourselves were able to witness great Caesar's shock as he reels before the daggers inside the Roman Senate, Columbus' triumphant smile as he spies the dim outline of the New World, Washington's hope and anxiety as he crosses the icy Delaware to surprise the Hessians in their Christmas celebrations. "Can you imagine having had thousands of candid and honest pictures of Charlemagne, Kublai Khan or Abraham Lincoln?" asks Yoichi Okamoto, who was official photographer to Lyndon Johnson. Okamoto's excitement is catching. Photojournalism has known many great days since...
...This hedgehogness beats at my brain," he says. "I'm sick of feeling the same goddam thrill--I sort of want to fox it, just go out. I'd just like to be a doctor--I'd love to be a politician. Great politicians are great actors, I think: Caesar, Goethe, Gandhi--they're acting, but in the stuff of life...
After an unsuccessful attempt to pay the students $1,000 to drop Daley Planet from the masthead, Warner Communications sued, claiming trademark infringement, injury to business reputation and engagement in deceptive practices. "Great Caesar's ghost," the Daley Planet declaimed in consternation. "If we'd known there would be so much trouble, we'd have changed our name to the Gotham Globe, or the Daily Bugle. Then we'd only have to worry about bats and spiders knocking at our office, and not the Man of Steel...
...premendous superiority as a contained, pressurized neutron bomb. But it is still a matter of who is the better man, the most commanding man, and though DeNiro is a celibate priest, he is the winner. He has that intangible, the almost spiritual worldliness of great character, of a Caesar or a Kennedy. It compels everyone he meets. This priest is not only a man of the world but a champion of the world. He's always at the center, controlled, impeccable, graceful. Though his gestures are small, disciplined, and almost delicate, they somehow compel, whether he is saying the High...
...rolls a mass of Guston's standard images-the trampling, dismembered limbs, nasty enough even without the bugs that advance with them across the floor. Then one realizes that the thing is a sly parody of a triumphal procession; its remote ancestors are the Mantegna Triumph of Caesar cartoons at Hampton Court, and, behind them, the tradition of the Roman battle sarcophagus...