Word: curlingly
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...Champ, kids in those days were usually required to unbottle buckets of maple syrup. Think about the death of Rhett Butler's be loved Bonnie Blue in Gone With the Wind. The little actress, Cammie King, is such a vision of hatefulness in her taffeta gowns, ringlets that curl like maypoles and a voice full of squiggles, that one feels less sympathy at her demise than at the death of her pony. The animal is shot for throwing her, but ascends to equine heaven with the prayers and thanks of a grateful audience...
...What's this? Howling Allen Ginsberg, aging (52) poet-priest of'50s beat and '60s yippiedom reading his work in a Brooklyn department store? "Why not?" replies Ginsberg, as he prepares to recite such poems as Dope Fiend Blues, Punk Rock and Plutonian Ode. His familiar curl-fringed bald pate and face set off by silver granny glasses, he explains: "I get a lot more older people now, especially little old Jewish ladies. But I like a varied audience-little old ladies, homosexuals, weirdos." What he got, along with the college crowd, were little old ladies...
...camera might not be kind to her. Her strong jaw, aquiline nose, and high cheekbones are riveting, rather than cover-girl cute. Much of her appeal stems from her continuous movements: the shrug of a shoulder, the toss of a stray curl, the arch of an eyebrow. Her hands are especially graceful, whether swimming gently in the air to punctuate her speech, or flinging back a scarf in an Isadora Duncan-like gesture. The interviewer drinks in the entire picture--the jawline, the blacks and purple clothing, the dark eyes set in white skin--and a one-word impression forms...
...more than an hour, confusion reigned in St. Peter's Square. When the smoke first began to curl out of a temporary rooftop chimney from the Vatican's Sistine Chapel at 6:24 p.m. on Saturday, it looked white?the traditional color to signal that the secret conclave within had elected a Pope. But could it be true? Not likely?not on the opening day of the largest, most complex gathering of Cardinal electors in the long pageant of papal elections. Sure enough, with dusk beginning to enfold the splendid statues and pillars of the Bernini colonnade, the smoke turned...
Once upon a time there was a small and shy boy named Jay who lived in a huge house. Its 32 rooms were filled with tapestries and wood carvings. In an enormous library with shelves from floor to ceiling, he could curl up and read Dickens and Stevenson and Tom Swift. Best of all, tucked in a corner of the garden was a little cave where Jay used to sit for hours and imagine that it had once belonged to King Arthur. In the evening, he and his family discussed literature, and sometimes Jay made up stories for them...