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...there are none), but from the droppings of Crumb's bathroom wit that Bakshi slaps into his narrative. (A Ph.d. candidate will someday call Fritz 'picaresque'). Fritz's black-talking, muscle flexing crow friends are the natural men of his world, though Fritz himself is far from psychotically WASP-ish. All the traditional Americans--pig cops and hardhats and a hound dirt-farmer--are sweating ignoramuses so whacked-out by work that they can't ever get it together. Radical politicos and Hell's Angels join paws in the headiest mix since PCPJ; even Orthodox Jews are ribbed mercilessly...
...please its supporters by allowing them a token role in policy formation. Some of these reports are undoubtedly bureaucratic waste destined to line file cabinets. The Columbia study in particular, though, may be used to help gain Congressional funds for a multilateral agency to prop up a Thieu-ish regime. Like the Smithies and Benoit reports, it is a minor scenario for the tragicomedy of Vietnamization...
...East also has a much larger Hindu minority than the West: 10 million out of a population of 78 million, compared with 800,000 Hindus out of a population of 58 million in the West. In Brit ish India days, the western reaches of what is now West Pakistan formed the frontier of the empire, and the British trained the energetic Punjabis and Pathans as soldiers. They scorn the lungi, a Southeast Asian-style sarong worn by the Bengalis. "In the East," a West Pakistani saying has it, "the men wear the skirts and the women the pants...
...basic hit-and-not-be-hit strategy, Ali may well be the most graceful big man in boxing history. Frazier, who will spot his rival 3¾ in. in height, a crucial 8½ in. in reach, and 10 or so lbs. in weight, is a swarming, wade-in, bull ish brawler who willingly takes a punch or ten for the chance to score with his bludgeoning left hook...
...popping corks of the gastroenterologists on the floor interrupted the performance every other minute. Arthur Fiedler's daughter made a valiant effort to narrate Peter and the Wolf as it was danced by the Boston Ballet Company, but somehow the piece was too contrived, too Leonard Bernstein-ish, too much an attempt to condescend to the masses. Or perhaps this reviewer is just too bilious...