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...Alamos on Thanksgiving Day of 1944. When I arrived, I was immediately invited to a cocktail party at Dr. [Robert] Oppenheimer's quarters. I'd gone from sea level to 7500 feet and it didn't take very long before a couple of martinis did their business. The cocktail party adjourned into a square dance. My wife was pretty good at it, so she got along pretty well. I didn't have the vaguest idea what I was doing. That was my introduction to Los Alamos...
...schedule. It was all work and not much play. But they knew how to play when they wanted to. I'm sure that Oppenheimer was quite sure that there needed to be a social aspect along with the rest. He had people in to his place frequently. In two-cocktail time, I think there was probably more technical one-on-one transfer of ideas than in meetings in the laboratory...
...sitting in the bar of J.J.?s Cellar, a restaurant on East Fifty-fifth Street, hidden in a sea of pinstriped suits at cocktail hour. Significantly, Powers was not alone. He was huddling with others who shared his misery and his sense of mission. The names they whispered were foreign to midtown Manhattan. Not Ruth, Gehrig, Mantle, and Joe but Ruth (as a pitcher), Foxx, Williams, and Dom. The group recounted bygone Boston glories and dared to predict future victories. From such hushed intercourse, movements are born. These renegades with their neckties, bow ties, wingtips, and dedication...
...commercial theaters around the country. Critics in the U.S., Britain, France and Sweden wrote full-length studies of his films. In 1960 Bergman graced the cover of TIME, and Simon & Schuster published a book of four of his screenplays--a rare tribute to a movie playwright. The tonier cocktail parties were rife with debates on the elusive, allusive meanings of such films as The Silence and Persona. A Bergman film was like the toughest, most rewarding college course. You crammed...
...what is the alternative to a movie kiss? In Sleeper, Woody Allen had his characters at a futuristic cocktail party pass around a shiny metal sphere that when fondled produced a narcissistic ecstasy. In Tom Jones, Tom and the ribald Mrs. Waters consume a memorable dinner that is the moral equivalent, or the immoral equivalent, of a passionate night in bed. Perhaps in screenplays of the future, kisses will be blown on the wind like pheromones. The signals of passion might be changed: an ear might be nibbled, for example, or the nape of a neck nuzzled. Actual kissing...