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...their despondency in capsules of phenobarbital. The Sleep describes how Baby takes a brief waddle down Broadway, stumbles half-comatose into an automobile, weaves back home unscathed, and collapses into the miseries of natural sleep (he dreams that a fat gypsy squaw castrates him with a silver-bladed bread knife). Finally, he swallows the magic "pheeny" that returns him to the blissful, dreamless condition of "some giant foetus...
Mess Kit. In Visalia, Calif., police looked for a man who walked into Tootle's 216 Club, ate and paid for a steak dinner, then ran out the door with his knife, fork and spoon...
...Eyes. Nights, Miyoshi would listen to the local U.S. Army radio station, to Dinah Shore and Peggy Lee and Doris Day, and try to copy them. After her graduation from school, her teacher took the class to a hotel, gave them a lesson in how to use a knife and fork; then they were deemed ready for the world. But the professional bands were not ready for Miyoshi ("They thought I was the little country bear from Hokkaido"). Eventually, though, she became a hit on Japanese radio and TV. For three years she hardly ever had a day off. Then...
...them with tomahawks, then dispatched the whole crew with his terrible sword. "Eeee-to," clucked Bond in not-too-angry disapproval, after he rode up too late to stop the sudden justice. But Ito was inconsolable. His master's ashes had been spilled, so he drew a ceremonial knife across his belly in harakiri. ("So big country. My master ronery now. Rost. And onry to brame stupid Samurai Sakae...
...delirious mob, waving handkerchiefs and banners of white, the National Party's color, rallied round a ramshackle old mansion, pushed through moldering ground-floor rooms littered with photographs of Uruguayan heroes and of Mussolini, surrounded a brass bed where an emaciated old man lay, his revolver and Gaucho knife handy on the night table. "Patriarch," cried a leader, "we bring you victory!" Luis Alberto de Herrera, 85, the cantankerous spellbinder chief of the Nationals, bounced out of bed and spun about in a round of backslapping...