Word: gayness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Mellon, the son of an English mother, a graduate of Yale and Cambridge, and (by inheritance from his famous father, Pittsburgh Financier Andrew Mellon) a collector of taste and sensitivity. From 1907 until 1914, Paul Mellon spent almost every summer in Britain, still remembers "laughing ladies in white with gay parasols, men in impeccable white flannels and striped blazers, and always behind them, behind everything, the grass was green." He developed a taste for fox hunting, for racing and for thoroughbreds; when in 1936 he bought his first 18th century English painting, it was a picture of a stable...
...called The Zodiac, she met a Spanish waiter named Carlo, began spending weekends with him at his seedy Soho boardinghouse. Then a girl friend introduced her to a U.S. Air Force sergeant. "Night after night we whooped it up with the Yanks," recalls the friend. "They were twelve very gay months." But Christine got pregnant, gave birth prematurely to a son she called Peter. The infant died six days later. Christine was just...
...index cards into the nearest bottle after emptying it at a gulp. His note writer is a nameless wanderer on a ship that finally founders in icy seas. The surface of his world is all history, held in an instantaneous, timeless memory where the flight of the Enola Gay over Hiroshima is contemporary with the imprisonment of Galileo, and where, for example, Nero might fiddle while Chicago burns. The depth he contemplates is the inexhaustible profundity of human cruelty. A man's hands are slashed and filled with salt, another's leg is wrenched from its socket...
...speaks menu French and probably reads the food page in Playboy. And of course he is a martini crank ("vodka not gin, shaken not stirred"), a tailor's dummy (Benson, Perry and Whitley, 9 Cork Street, London W.1), and a blood sportsman who would rather hunt quail (Eunice Gay son) than Red birds...
Though her oils sparkle with the French impressionists' gay, effervescent color, she does not share their brief encounter with wind and weather. Instead, she sets down a gossamer tapestry of nature that, though fragile and even frivolous, appears timeless. Sunshine unabashedly pours from the clouds; foliage and fogs spring lively to the breeze that sweeps a meadow...