Word: flashbulbs
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Papa, Benedizione. Paul's tolerance was repeatedly put to the test, and everywhere it was difficult to tell which was more important, the Pope or the pop of a flashbulb. A swarm of 150 reporters and photographers crashed one of the Pope's private meetings with Patriarch Athenagoras I, scuffled boisterously for position while the two religious leaders stared in surprise. Outside the walled Garden of Gethsemane, police had to pull prying newsmen from ladders. One freelance U.S. photographer managed to sneak an automatic, motor-driven camera into the tomb in Jerusalem's Church of the Holy...
...Stop Lights. Near week's end, Kennedy flew into Manhattan, aged his Secret Service detail ten years by forgoing the usual motorcycle escort into the city. At one of ten midtown traffic lights that stopped the presidential limousine, an ambitious female camera bug rushed up and fired a flashbulb at Kennedy's side of the car. Moaned a New York police official: "She might well have been an assassin." As for the purpose of the President's stop-and-go entrance into New York, the official explanation was that he wanted no "fuss and feathers." It could...
...with gasoline-flew back and forth across the police line. A Negro girl dropped to the sidewalk when a rock struck her on the head. A photographer for the High Point (N.C.) Enterprise, Art Richardson, 24, set himself to snap a picture, collapsed in the glare of his own flashbulb. He had been shot in the back. From a Negro apartment building came furious shouts: "Tell the white people to get back or we'll start shooting!" The white men stayed. Bullets began to ricochet off the pavement, spurting sparks as they hit. The thunder of the mob rose...
...give it all up. There she plops into the none-too-reluctant arms of Marcello Mastroianni, takes up residence in his apartment, tries suicide in his bathroom, follows him to Spoleto. Director Malle's somewhat awkward purpose in getting her to Italy is to expose her to the flashbulb-popping paparazzi, who destroy her with cameras. The scenery is beautiful, but audiences unaccustomed to BB in a bitter-dregs role may yearn for the bubbly vintage Bardot that used to be one of France's most delicious exports...
Pritchett's people are caught-as by an exploding flashbulb-in a continual start of surprise. The inexplicable pressure of events, they seem to be saying, has bent them into postures they had never foreseen. Before they can straighten up, furl their umbrellas and walk on, the reader has learned everything about them he will ever need to know...