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...finally admitted to myself that housework was downright boring and did nothing to challenge my intellect. So I went back to work as a medical lab technician and later back to college for my B.S. degree. At first I felt guilty, but my husband soon noticed how my spirits and disposition improved. My job gave me a sense of worth and purpose that I did not get from washing dishes and scrubbing floors...
...does not extend to having children. "If I were to conceive," she says frankly, "I would have an abortion. I like children very much. I consider it an enormous challenge to raise them the way they should be raised. It takes an awful lot of time and energy and intellect to raise them to cope with the problems of a pretty crummy world. But I would rather deal with life directly than through a child." Suzanne has talked with doctors about sterilization, but has reached the conclusion that she does not want to risk the possible physical and psychological side...
...more towards gargle than vitriol. Peter Bogdanovich, film buff extraordinaire and doubtless nice guy, fashions a Sherwood Anderson-cum-Texas dialect-cum-hokum pastiche, The Last Picture Show, and gets praised by Life for bringing life back to movies. Stanley Kubrick--more impressive pictorially, bearded and brooding--reeks of intellect for as stodgy a publication as Saturday Review...
...young, despite his 91 years. The exhibit attests to the fact that one of the most prolific and revolutionary artistic spirits of our century did a very great deal more in the next 70 years of his career, interpreting the world of visual reality in new ways with the intellect that glares so defiantly from the eyes of his self-portrait. Yet these same eyes could see their owner in more unlikely lights. "...I really do look like your president Lincoln," Picasso informs an amused Alice B. Toklas in her Autiobiography. Like this trompe-l'oeil version...
...James belatedly coming to terms with possible sins of neglect in the 1894 suicide of the minor novelist Constance Fenimore Woolson, who had loved him? Edel leaves the question as just that. But it is a question that puts flesh upon a man too often misconstrued as disembodied intellect...