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Today Le Petit Vatican-two gray concrete buildings with corrugated roofs -sits at a rural crossroad in the French village of Clémery. One building is the 200-ft. "Basilica of Glory," austere on the outside but stuffed with plaster piety inside: battalions of pink and blue angels, scores of polychromed saints, gauze curtains and blue and beige carpets. The make-believe Pope has only a modest Curia -ten "cardinals" and "bishops" and a covey of giggling "nuns": most of the followers are or have been Roman Catholic priests and nuns...
...turn-on," he says, "is making movies that entertain me." Unfortunately, like those other pioneers, Kinsey and Masters, Meyer may live to see himself trampled in the sexual revolution. "I am worried about Am Curious (Yellow)," admits Meyer (46-38-42). "That film has put me at a crossroad. I have never shown genitalia in any of my films. Once you have to show that to get people into the theater, how many people are going to do it with taste? I have always been against censorship in any form, but I have also maintained that you should leave something...
...paradox which requires, with full majesty of law behind it, that he deny the very reality of a people whose multitude approaches and often exceeds his own; that he disclaim the existence of those whose human presence has marked every acre of the land, every hamlet and crossroad and city and town, and whose humanity, however inflexibly denied, is daily evidenced to him like a heartbeat in loyalty and wickedness, madness and hilarity and mayhem and pride and love...
...acceptably brilliant, you will have become famous before 35, as promised on the dust jacket. Unfortunately, regular reliance on the Big Important Trial (BIT, for short) will inevitably cause trouble. Sooner or later, you will take on one or two clients who get convicted. Danger lurks at such a crossroad, but have no fear. It is merely time for aggressive imagination...
Summer rains swept the green countryside of the Ile-de-France. Splashing sheets of water, Charles de Gaulle's presidential cortege barreled along the cobbled lanes under sodden chestnut and plane trees, past grey stone farmhouses and into crossroad hamlets where the faithful waited-schoolchildren holding limp paper flags, white-haired women huddled under umbrellas, village mayors draped with tricolored sashes of office. Disdainfully hatless and coatless, the rain plastering his hair to his pink scalp, De Gaulle plunged into the crowds, grasping outstretched hands...