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...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...
...given voice. She should give up whistling and study voice." Twelve-year-old Pat was willing, provided she could keep up other activities that interested her. These included playing football (she once tackled a boy on the concrete sidewalk and broke his collarbone), baseball (two stitches in her forehead after being hit with a bat), and careening down Shoshone Place on her bike, no hands. But she settled down to her voice lessons. She wanted an audience. In a whistling recital, she had discovered her true love: "I enjoyed being onstage in front of all those people...