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...Southern vulgarity." The effects upon him were startling. "My heart knobbed up and started a wild swing," Brad reminisces. "It was as though all those hairy flea-bit, iron-rumped and narrow-assed, whooping and caterwauling, doom-bit bastards on hammer-headed nags, gaunt as starvation, who rode with Gin'l Forrest had broke loose and there was fire, rape and unmitigated disaster all the way to the Canadian border." In short, fastidious Prudence...
...rage on Zanzibar these days is the "packing party." While one team of British civil servants busily crates furniture, clothing and household effects, another helps polish off the leftover gin and lime. Then the two teams switch roles, muttering ritual phrases such as "Bloody Babu" or "Hanga be hanged." The game has gained popularity for the best-or worst-of reasons. By order of the young nation's autocratic, 30-man Revolutionary Council, the 108 British civil servants and families who remain on Zanzibar have until April 30 to clear out; and, thanks to the Communist-run Carpenter...
...tweed, gin, and torn commuter tickets in the stuff of John Cheever's fiction, his stories carry the ancient authority of a faith that good and evil are not merely words, that grace rewards with joy on earth those who obey the gods, and that a Miltonic "chaos and old night" full of vengeful demons awaits the defiant and unruly. He has a long view in which...
...designs her own sportswear (though she plays no sport but gin rummy) but lets Guy Laroche run up her dresses. She owns a dozen fur coats, a Goya, a Renoir, a Fiat and a Rolls-Royce. She applies her perfume to her clothes, rather than to her skin. Her favorite scent is a mixture of geraniol, rhodinol, cedryl, acetate, jasmine, geranium, santal, patchouli, oak moss and Tibetan musk. It is called "Madame Rochas...
...Down on Gin & Joyce. By the time Dunne got around to writing his memoirs in 1935 (published now by his son), he had given up Mr. Dooley, and his humor had soured somewhat. He wrote his memoirs in plain cantankerous English; there was less Irish charm and more Irish temper. To begin with, Dunne felt ill at ease writing about himself without Mr. Dooley as a shield: "Disrobing in public is not to my taste. There are intellectual and spiritual pudenda as well as physical. The more clothes I put on, the better I look. I plead guilty to preferring...