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Then came the dark night of Oct. 18, 1964. Sullivan was running late. He flashed the two-minute sign offscreen. Sixty seconds later he held up one finger. Mason, on a roll, furiously responded, "Here's a finger for you!" Next morning the stone-faced master of ceremonies informed the press that he was "sick to my stomach" about Mason's on-camera crudities and canceled the comedian's $45,000 contract. An out-of-court settlement got Jackie back on the show but could not restore his reputation. Says Mason: "All of a sudden people started to think...
...capital, her enemies on both the right and the left freely sow sensationalist rumors among Manila's 28 newspapers. The city's coffee shops and political salons cultivate witticisms to poison the President's reputation. One favorite is a Spanish pun on the name Corazon C. Aquino. With a finger at the chest, the speaker says, "Corazon, si" (she has a heart); with a finger at the head, he continues, "Aqui, no" (here, nothing...
...coffin was lowered into the earth, the protest grew more voluble. "You sons of bitches are killing us like dogs!" yelled a tearstained pallbearer, pointing his finger at an official of the local Sandinista defense committee. "Just leave us alone...
...Reagan era. But with or without allusive implications, the story jolts its passive characters -- and spectators -- into a world where every action has its moral consequences. The royal family proves unheroic and useless in a crisis. Neighborliness among the peasants turns to mistrust in a brilliant song of mutual finger pointing, Your Fault. Several characters die brutally in the grasp of the giantess or at the hands of panicky fellow citizens. Yet what comes out of this chaos is not the jollity of happy endings but a deeper reassurance, born of tolerance and community and shared sacrifice, articulated...
...distant space before the angry pumped up reds-speed-and-Jack-Daniels buzz twisted, writhed and plummeted into the mellow blue-black of sweet Colombian dope and then, groggily, awoke into a bright new day of desert sunshine, cocaine and, lest we forget, as its undeniable, irrepressible tendrils finger their way into our minds, Queen Acid, begging, declaring, forcing us to recognize that the black spot affixed near the apex of the road, the dot at the edge of infinity, has no, not four or 20 but a human two arms and two human legs--not far from reality...