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Despite her frenetic Washington activity, Mrs. Bunting talks about her new job with all the girlish enthusiasm of any Cliffie describing her year away from the grind: "I'm doing more reading than I've done for years. The first month I tried to go through everything that came to my desk--staff papers, letters, everything. I found it took a little more than a full day to get through it all--I've since learned to read selectively...
...testimony, Gloria described in an incongruously little-girlish voice how Mark Fein had phoned her Oct. 10 in an obviously agitated state. He asked her to hurry over to the secret, $178-a-month apartment he maintained on East 63rd Street under the name Weissman to pursue his many outside interests. "I walked in and there was a big trunk in the middle of the living room," said Gloria. " 'What do you think is in the trunk?' " she quoted Fein as asking. She said she did not know, and he told her: " 'It's the body...
...years when she and Lyndon campaigned or politicked with congressional cronies. "That has been one of the costs," Lady Bird says. "It is one of the bills you have to pay for the job your husband has." Yet the rapport between mother and daughters is natural, giggly and girlish. Still, she has to be mindful of the special security precautions that plague the family's every move. Instead of reminding Luci to take her sweater, as an average mother would, Lady Bird often chides her daughter, "Now Luci, don't forget to take your agent along...
...that, Chukhrai offers noteworthy compensations. His film is brimful of humanity and humor. His actors are superb, particularly Drobysheva. Meeting her hero for the first time on a snowy street corner, she turns a blind date into a glorious little ballet of girlish uncertainty. Women at a railway station, waiting for the merest glimpse of their menfolk, watch a troop train roar through at top speed, leaving behind an acre or so of stunned faces that say all there is to say about war's anguish at home. And Chukhrai pumps irony into a sequence that has Sasha posing...
This demi-paradise, this Eden for the voracious young, throbs with girlish concern for love and money, in that order. But evil, when it is finally faced firmly by Mrs. Spark, comes in the form of lust, not for human flesh but for one of the club's principal assets -a taffeta Schiaparelli dress that is lent around among the sleeker girls for evenings on the town. Does lust for a Schiaparelli justify the burning of Eden? Is Author Spark just pulling the reader's leg? A final scene is not much help. In it, the vicar...