Word: doorknob
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...Fritz Richmond, 24, a shaggy, red-haired bean pole who plays washtub, stovepipe and jug. He is so immersed in washtub playing that once, while in the Army, he got carried away and played a Quonset hut by nailing the door shut, stringing a wire from the doorknob to the tip of a 10-ft. pole and strumming. "It made a deep, very deep sound," he says, lost in wonder at the effect. His present instrument is a $2.49 Sears, Roebuck washtub, but metal fatigue forces him to buy a new one every month. Both the jug and the stovepipe...
...from a business trip, he discovered that his wife Frances, 52, who had moved out of the house eight weeks earlier, was back home again. But did she want a reconciliation? Not at all; she barricaded herself in her old bedroom with a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob. Involved, somehow, was Mrs. Heifetz' suit for $3,750 monthly separate maintenance and child support, and Heifetz' counter-offer of $1,213. Heifetz fiddled while Mrs. Heifetz burned; then, after three days of residence, she departed, without so much as a "Happy New Year." Said the violinist...
...strict and perfectionist parent. The victim begins by being simply overneat and fussy about cleanliness. Then he gets into conflict with all the people around him who do not comply with his compulsive standards. His compulsion may drive him to excessive washing of his body, of clothes, and even doorknobs. (One legendary American tycoon would not shake hands or touch a doorknob unless he had on white cotton gloves.) He gets to the point where he actually washes the skin off his hands and has to go into a hospital...
Poetry, as Archibald MacLeish sees it, is a little like a man who shuffles across a familiar rug and touches a doorknob, only to be pricked by an unexpected spark of static electricity. In that instant, two things happen. For one, the man "understands" electricity not as a textbook diagram, but as a felt experience "charged with meaning." For another, three disparate things-the man, the rug, the doorknob-have been fused with one of the cosmic forces. They have become, in MacLeish's view, links in the underlying order at the heart of the universe, which men instinctively...
...punctuated with impromptu shackups. Contrary to prevalent opinion, Author Treat argues that the real alcoholic is a man of satyrical urges and astonishing potency. At novel's end, a penitently sober Peter is entraining for dry New Mexico desert country-but with his hand ominously poised on the doorknob...