Word: forehead
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...movie, Les Parents Terribles, the camera roves freely and fluently through the disorder of the children's room. There are odd, feverish screen compositions, e.g., the great, grappling close-up in which, as Agatha tells Elizabeth of her love for Paul, only Agatha's forehead is seen on the screen, with Elizabeth's strange, grey face hanging above it. As the Cocteau children, Nicole Stephane with her short, curly hair and Edouard Dermithe with his masklike pallor are as gravely handsome as young Greek deities, as cruel and capricious as little beasts. They are indeed terrible young...
...Manhattan. After brief flings at real estate, the stage and auto racing, she joined the Maquis in 1940 at her summer home, in Auribeau on the Riviera. Known as "Fredericka" and la fille å la mėche blonde (because of a lock of white hair on her forehead), she served the Resistance movement for four years, once rescued 16 U.S. paratroopers stranded behind enemy lines...
...Lamiel, the heroine of his last novel. "She is a little too tall and too thin," he noted. "I have seen her between the Bastille and the Porte St. Denis, and in the steamboat from Honfleur to Havre; her head is the perfection of Norman beauty; a superb high forehead, blond cendré [ash-blond] hair, an admirable and faultless little nose, blue eyes not quite big enough, chin narrow but a little too long; her face is a perfect oval and one can only take exception to her mouth, which has somewhat the shape and the turned-down corners...
...Said Capote: "Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy. I think I have rather heated eyes ... I have a very sassy voice. I like my nose . . . Do you want to know the real reason why I push my hair down on my forehead? Because I have two cowlicks. If I didn't push my hair forward, it would make me look as though I had two feathery horns." What about the charge that present-day fiction is decadent? "If what some young writers are writing today is decadence, then...
Summoned to the King's chamber by the news, the King's widow, dry-eyed but showing the strain of her shock, leaned over his bed to kiss his placid forehead. "We must tell Elizabeth," she said, a moment later. Then she corrected herself. "We must tell the Queen...