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...lightweight, Marxist-wise. Leaving his two daughters in a Russian boarding school, he headed back to the Western Hemisphere, landing in Montevideo in May 1957. Politically, he observed the rules of asylum by masking his Communist contacts as Russian language lessons. He indulged his love of cognac in all-night drinking bouts, threatening to flatten anyone who dared doubt his boxing ability. When he left on his Cuban junket three weeks ago, Maruca, who had urged him to go, stayed behind...
...conference at Kennedy's Georgetown home in Washington. It was, as one of the Negroes reported later, a "real red-carpet" welcome. "We had brunch on the patio, and there was a subtle punch beforehand-I thought there was gin in there, but I heard it was cognac. There was chicken and some fancy kind of eggs, and there were whites and Negroes waiting on us. Afterward, that man must have given away $100 worth of cigars from some foreign country. Mrs. Kennedy was there, too, and later they had the press conference for television and everything. We were...
...Paris exhibit at Chicago. I think it belongs there, and I think it a tribute which the French should appreciate. True, there was no need to fly the Tricolor above it." Oddly enough, the best piece is Miller's account of how, a little squiffed from cognac, he told the story of Goldilocks to his children. "One day the grizzly bear was out gathering wood for the fire," the father improvises shakily. "He had nothing on but his bearskin, and the flies were driving him mad ..." The son objects contemptuously: "I don't like the way he tells...
...dialogue awakened cafe scents of strong smoke, dry cognac and refracted thought ("Suppose you die and find out that the dead are only the living playing at being dead")And the story of an intellectual mamma's boy Communist up against a tough, cynical but gallant revolutionary was shot through with Marxist analysis. With such qualities Jean-Paul Sartre's Crime of Passion seemed an unlikely play for TV. But viewers in the New York area saw it last week, in a full-length and absorbing production, well acted by a cast that included Claude Dauphin and Betsy...
Contrasting with this central love affair, a pair of ultra-sophisticated demi-mondaines cross "our boy and girl's" path, yawning at each other with remarks such as, "Is this your lighter that I found under my pillow, or does it belong to Jacques?" While these two sip cognac in a fancy burlesque, "our two" gulp coffee at a sidewalk cafe. Both women call their lovers "Mon Petit." When one Mon Petit loses his duck, Napoleon, the other Mon Petit wonders why anyone would bother to put a string around a duckling's neck. This dichotomy arises often enough...