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BELL SYSTEM. Inside the building, plopped beside the Fountain of the Planets like an upside-down flatiron, a soothing voice says "Fasten your seat belts and adjust your earphones." The floor seems to churn, the roof to fall as the chair-ride jogs along into a spooky tunnel where the spectator sees a 3-D drama on communications. The exhibits include Picturephones on which you see whomever you talk...
...tube onto his paintings are like the hip, harsh expletives that slum kids spew into the summer air. Davis had violence without anger, gaiety without abandon, and his paintings swing and jump with such durable joy that it is as if he had dipped his brush in some eternal fountain of youth...
...inside-out, the view is spectacular. No two of the 550 approximately 300-sq.-ft. patios are the same: the Frederick Bradleys' holds a slender Japanese maple and a jungle of flowers, while the John Hamrens have surfaced theirs with pebbles, Irish moss, lava rocks and a fountain ("We did have fish in there," says Mrs. Hamren, "but we have four cats, and now we don't have fish in there"). Other families found the courtyards made perfect playgrounds and barbecue pits; some installed a sliding roof and built a hothouse underneath, and one couple put a screen...
SOMETIMES he felt like that twelve-year-old boy who spent nine days and nights at the fair, sleeping in one pavilion or another and scrounging enough money for food by picking coins out of the fountains. But Writer John McPhee spent ten days there and only part of the nights and he ate-as the editorial business manager will discover-without dipping a finger in a fountain. In fact, he ate his way through such delights as soft-shelled crab on a bun, walnut fried Boston sole, partridge with grapes of Almeria, banana dogs, smoked eel of the river...
...Torso, the artist paraphrases anatomy down to a mere presence, where its force is greater than in a slickly limned nude. In The Fountain, he portrays humid decay draping blunt forms that seem relics of a distant past. There is always agony in Sutherland's garden-or at least, as his biographer, Douglas Cooper, dryly admits, "little evidence ofgaiety...