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...Lawrence girl would think of returning to the temperate zones from her junior year abroad without a copy of his still-banned Tropic of Capricorn or Rosy Crucifixion hidden in the soiled laundry. But he is also the author most often skipped. That is to say, the almost unvarying gait for getting through one of Miller's books is: read four pages, skip four pages. Cynics will suggest that this is because the dirty passages in the Tropics or Sexus, Nexus and Plexus come at four-page intervals. This is shallow thinking. Actually the canny reader skips through Miller...
What are the Sox' chances of maintaining their present lofty gait (7-5)? That's like asking what are the chances that a rhesus monkey, given a pack of Corrasable Bond and rubber stamps of the letters A and X, will turn out the 1962 edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica. But the Red Sox are high in the commodity known as spirit, and as Connie Mack used to say, if you haven't got it there, the prospects of your having it at all are remote at best...
Eyes stare out of the darkness, so green and narrow they could have been admired by a lecherous khan. They move closer. A young black cat, just full grown, steps out of a bit of sewer pipe and starts to move through the city. Its gait is all leg and female, stealthy, preying. It walks across curbs and over the cracks in sidewalks. It hunts and bristles and pads along, looking. The eyes again. Another cat. Snarl. Fangs. Battle. A fierce toss of bodies, fearsome screeches, victory. The black cat moves on. All the while, words are appearing above, below...
Died. Mrs. Edith Boiling Gait Wilson, 89, stately widow of President Woodrow Wilson; after a long illness; in Washington on the 105th anniversary of her husband's birth and within hours of the dedication of the new Woodrow Wilson Memorial Bridge over the Potomac. A Virginia-born belle descended from Pocahontas, Edith Galt entered Wilson's circle through her friendship with his daughter, married the World War I President in the White House on the eve of the hard-fought 1916 election campaign, became his cherished confidante during the taxing war years, shared both his triumphant postwar tour...
...John Parker, the director of the current production, has taken full advantage of the ridiculousness of the situation. His peers have scowls that could wither Mao, and their gait is eminently noble. Even more importantly, two of them are excellent comic actors. Mr. David S. Cole is the most susceptible of highly susceptible Chancellors--a perfectly dirty old man, he totters about, ogling near-sightedly at his wards in Chancery, and kicking fretfully at the traces of a ruined dignity...