Word: filles
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Less than 30 years ago, cystic fibrosis was not even recognized as a distinct disease. It was regarded as a relative ly rare and puzzling inherited disorder of the pancreas, which for some un known reason caused the lungs to fill with an unusually thick viscid mucus. Today doctors know a lot more about "C.F.", enough, in fact, to give it the unenviable reputation of being one of the most common long-lasting disorders of children, and one of their major kill ers. As a cause of death, reports Dr. Paul A. di Sant'-Agnese of the National Institutes...
...hooded worshipers at a religious festival, among whores and homosexuals in the slums of Barcelona, in the face of a proud old taskmaster whose dingy urban cellar houses a school for stripling toreros. In one sequence, the disconsolate Miguelin wanders through a sere, light-washed Spanish landscape while threshers fill the air with a blizzard of pale yellow grain. Such scenes are a needed respite from many matchless closeups at the arena where the hero, his mouth pursed in a kiss of defiance, struts arrogantly before the bulls, finally coaxes his frothing and bloodied adversaries to die at his feet...
...elegant restaurants there. "I saw I had overjumped my pile but I looked wise, told the waiter to bring me a steak about the size of a mule's lip from the ear down and to put in a few more things that would fill up, like fried eggs. I did the best I could to get on the outside of all of it. Asked what I owed them. Said $2.50. Called the proprietor. He come in with a collar so high he had to set down quick or it would have cut his ears off. I told...
...Most of the ones who fill out polls seem to like the rep system like the shows--the ones who write little notes to us all want to see us do something far-out, like Giradoux, or Ugo Betti...
...flowers that fill Chagall's home in Vence you report: "The moment they begin to fade, the artist prods his wife to throw them out." The contrasting attitude of Pierre Bonnard is interesting. In an interview some years after Bonnard's death, his longtime housemaid said that one of her despairs was the master's way with the bouquets she brought in from the garden daily. Not until they were ready to throw out did he show interest in them; then, when that first shine was off and petals were falling, he began to paint them...