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...There were four dead already when I walked up," Herbert said. "They had a knife at the throat of a woman. Her baby was screaming and clutching at her leg, and her other child was being suffocated by a South Vietnamese infantryman who was shoving its face into the sand with his foot. I ordered them to stop, but with me just standing there looking, they proceeded to slit the woman's throat. I asked the lieutenant what the hell was going on, ordered him to get out of the area and take the ARVN with him, and they...
...that touched off the battle. "I saw two Hell's Angels come up to a Breed and try to take his colors [jacket and club emblem] off. The Breed started yelling for help. They got his jacket down to his elbows; then one of the Angels pulled a knife from his belt and stabbed the Breed two or three times in the stomach. He fell screaming to the floor...
...WHAT Mailer finally considers Millett's fatal flaw is the way she butchers the literary material and the writers she criticizes. D. H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, and Jean Genet all fall under her carving knife. (So does Mailer, for that matter, but in the Harper's essay, he seems to be too, er, modest to reflect on Millett's criticism of his own work, except in passing.) He is, however, swift to show us how and where the good woman wrecks havoc...
...chased the boys all the way to Carpenter Center before somebody finally came to my aid, and it was someone from outside the University-an older man in a three-piece suit with his briefcase. We chased them well past the Center until one of them pulled out a knife saying we had better not follow and they disappeared...
...wandering intellectual (Omar Sharif). As for the atrocities of the period, they are conveyed in formal compositions that amount to decorations, not disasters. Plague-ridden corpses are artistically strewn on smooth fields; soldiers flash evil grins in cartoon style-one even ecstatically licks the blood off his knife. Clavell has doubtless been studying Pieter Bruegel the Elder: as the soldiers descend into the only unspoiled valley in Europe, the peasants disport themselves with picturesque energy. But always there is the obtrusive sense of the camera, always the feeling that every improvisatory step has been choreographed to death...