Word: harolde
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...today the British Empire is only a few steps from a liquidation as complete as that of Rome, Spain and the Habsburgs. Taking Empire's place is that once implausible, peculiarly individualistic association of free peoples known as the Commonwealth of Nations. As Britain's Prime Minister Harold Macmillan puts it: "Since the war, Communist Russia has absorbed at least 100 million people into her block contrary to the wishes of the inhabitants of the countries concerned. Since the war, Britain-imperialist Britain, if you like-has given freedom and nationhood to at least 500 million people...
Burlesque Boss Harold Minsky has no prejudice against home-grown talent, but at Las Vegas' Dunes Hotel the foreign-born element in his chorus line is the spice of the show ("People enjoy talking to them"). So last month Minsky* took off on a recruiting trip to Europe, returned last week with a report that was part showbusinesslike, part sociological. Said he: "Europe is one big striptease. Hamburg looks like 52nd Street in the wild days; Paris is one strip joint after another...
...then there were the parties. There was the night Isadora Duncan, plump and middleaged, yelled her favorite toast ("To Life and Love") and complained to Harold: "The others-they are so heavy." There was the night Louis Aragon and Malcolm Cowley started a living-room bonfire of books they didn't like, but full-bladdered e. e. cummings acted as a one-man fire department. There was the artists' ball at which Harold danced with a friend's wife, who was dressed in green powder and a black string...
Enter Brett Ashley. Chances are that Harold Loeb would never have been a character in a Hemingway novel if Duff Twitchell had not riveted his eye in the mirror of the Select Cafe in Paris and said, in her low, exciting voice, "It is the only miracle"-meaning love. Duff took love and drink in immoderation. Depending on the flow of checks from England, she and her upper-Bohemian lover, Pat Swazey, lived on champagne or birdseed. Duff called strangers "darling" and friends "good chaps," had a title by marriage, and as anyone may guess, was the model for Hemingway...
...fiesta in Pamplona the tensions boiled over. Pat and Duff were back together, but the lovesick Harold could not quite believe that the great affair had ended. He irritated Hemingway by finding the bullfights less than rapturous, indeed "shameful" (Loeb momentarily rode a young bull's head, broncobuster fashion, in the amateur frolic). On the last night of the festival, they stepped into an alley to slug it out. "I don't want to hit you," said Harold. "Me either," said Hemingway. The hairy-chested novelist saved his punch for The Sun Also Rises...