Word: cigars
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...hour was late in the conference room in Brussels where the Common Market foreign ministers were considering Britain's application to join Europe's Six. Stale cigar smoke hung in the air, and papers were scattered over the tables. Picking up one of the English-language documents, France's Maurice Couve de Murville took the floor to lambaste each argument it contained. Suddenly a hand tugged at Couve's sleeve and a voice whispered in his ear: the paper he was so ruthlessly demolishing was not from the British at all-but was an English translation...
...animals. The letter is in the form of a draft for a film script about circus elephants. They are taught to dance by Choreographer George Balanchine but are shamed by being made huge fools of. "Later that night the wisest of them, extending his trunk, licks up a dying cigar butt, and drops it in fresh straw. All 36 elephants die in the fire. Their huge souls, light as clouds, settle like doves, in the great secret cemetery back in Africa-and perhaps God speaks, tenderly...
Older while men, accustomed to a calmer, more paternal relationship with their dusky charges, often talk more frankly. Chestertown's chief health officer is a grey-haired, cigar-smoking migrant from the deeper South: neither his accent nor his words suggest the compromise with Northern ways that one finds among even the most inflexible natives of Chestertown...
Charging into the cavernous lobby of New England's biggest movie theater, the man with the big cigar gestured expansively at an abstract mosaic in ceramic tile. "Looka that, friend," he roared. "Know what it cost? Twelve big ones [i.e., $12,000]." Newly refurbished and reopened as the Music Hall, Boston's old, 4,250-seat Metropolitan Theater was undeniably cinemajestic. So, in his own way, is its boss-hefty (6 ft., 240 lbs.) Ben Sack...
...very enthusiastic people, but none of them seems very happy in his role in this play. Tom Griffin is monotonous (and bored?) as Jack Burden; Terence Currier's Willie Stark seldom evokes any touch of the mesmeric damagoguery of the man -- although he's better once he gets a cigar in his mouth; Abbott (Tiny Duffy) has to keep fighting back the blue-blooded intonations of Lord Tolloller...