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...weapons' magazines, the vehicle crashed through a wrought-iron gate (5) and into the Marine compound. Either bouncing over or thrusting aside a single 18-in. sewer pipe (6) that was supposed to protect the entrance, the truck crashed through or went around a flimsy guardhouse in the doorway (7), perhaps running down the two Marines on duty, and into the lobby. An instant later, the driver detonated his lethal cargo. The dash from the parking lot was over in a matter of seconds...
...Bianca Jagger and Tennis Star Vitas Gerulaitis and even Bella Abzug. Inside Manhattan's hottest disco, Studio 54, the elite meet to gyrate to the beat, gape and be gaped at. Owner Steve Rubell, who light-show years away was a Wall Street broker, stations himself at the doorway (with a few bouncers) to weed the throngs begging for entrance. "We only want fun people," he explains. "The wilder the clothes, the better the chance you have of getting in. We discourage the Bagel Nosh-polyester group." And a lot of other folks besides. John F. Kennedy...
...Johnny Carson said good night, Jetta Young reached over to switch off the television set. She heard her roommate's footsteps coming down the hall and, glancing up, saw her silhouetted in the doorway of the dark bedroom. "Don't be afraid," she told Young, in a strange, flat voice. "We have company...
...voice from Williamsburg's past shouts louder than that of Patrick Henry, who in 1765 protested the British Stamp Act ("Caesar had his Brutus; Charles the First, his Cromwell"). Standing near the doorway of the House of Burgesses was Thomas Jefferson, then a 22-year-old law student. He listened as the passionate Henry paused before mentioning the name of the British King ("Let George the Third profit by their example"), then heard the cries of "Treason!" that reverberated through the colonies. While Thatcher could ponder her myopic forebears, Mitterrand could indulge a Francophile chuckle. On the fateful...
...years of achievement in the movies. Olivier is a frail 75 now, and his body has played grudging host to enough illnesses to wipe out the entire Royal Shakespeare Company. So backstagers looked on with pain but not surprise as he momentarily lost his balance and slumped against the doorway. Then the crowd rose, and with it the applause. Olivier took his cue and went out onstage. Suddenly he was the dashing Lord Larry, energized by the spotlight, alive to the theatrical moment, mesmerizing one more audience. Like Tinker Bell, he heard the clapping and came to life again...