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What they saw through the purple glare of the neon signs more than warranted Oakley's remark. In the yellow-floored, blue-walled shop were 20 barber chairs upholstered in pastel-blue leather. Behind them stretched long strips of mirror topped by germ-killing lamps. Above each chair, from the sound-proofed ceiling, shone a spotlight. On the small pink-&-blue mezzanine in the rear there were two more chairs for children, surrounded by giraffe-shaped palm pots...
...snack bar of Frankfurt's Rhein-Main airport, a German girl sits with her G.I. fiancé. He is a slight, blond boy of perhaps 18; she is a blonde, bulging, overbearing, with a broad, white face, narrow, calculating eyes and a smile like the flat glare of an electric light that turns on & off at the touch of a switch. She leans with both elbows on the table and in a loud and domineering voice orders ice cream from the tired German waitress, while the boy follows her movements with a young dog's eyes. Outside...
...would soon become so excited by a point that his chair would scarcely hold him. But his natural dignity never deserted him. When reading a poem aloud, he would sometimes come upon a passage so affecting that he could not read it. He would thrash his legs indignantly, glare at his students, loudly clear his throat, and then try the passage again. Some of his students would swear that he never got half way through Wordsworth's Michael without having to stop...
...afternoon began with cricket on the playing fields of Eton, but what everyone had come for was the historic "procession of boats," which lasted on into evening under the red glare of rockets. As boat after boat passed the Royal Enclosure where the Duke of Gloucester (an Old Etonian) sat with his royal nieces, the schoolboy crews stood with glistening, uplifted oars in salute. Nobody spilled, and Princess Elizabeth sent her congratulations to the Captain of the Boats...
...William James Burger was making a parish call. After he passed the guarded gate at Lower Cupsuptik, he drove through the Maine dusk between high forest walls of spruce and balsam. By the time he reached the Crowley Brook Camp, five deer had bounded out of his headlights' glare...