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...fact, Color Systems already has plans for a color version of Casablanca. "We'll probably be crucified," says Young, "but because of the controversy, it will probably be one of the highest-rated shows on television." In any case, viewers can always turn the color adjustment knob on their TV sets all the way down and go back to seeing Bogart in black-and-white. -By Philip Elmer-DeWitt. Reported by Jeff Gottlieb/Los Angeles and Beverley Slopen/Toronto
Once cast, they are patinated in a striking range of mat colors-never quite the colors of nature, always with the volume knob turned high-and then assembled. Since the patinated color may break down under strong sunlight outdoors, Graves also uses fired-enamel colors on some pieces. Accident contributes its share here: because the thickness of the bronze casting varies in an unpredictable way, and hence the heat of the metal and the rate of fusion of the enamel vary as well, the enamel colors run and waver into one another like wet watercolor, somewhat blurring the identity...
...think that ends it? Or is there yet one more terror lurking in the shadows? Listen. What was that noise? Did you hear a footstep? There is nothing we can do. The house shakes, the dishes rattle, and our hands tremble on the door knob. Come in, gentlemen. Another election year - already...
Next day, after an early morning flight to Ningpo's carefully guarded airport, Chiang bounced and jostled by auto over a one-lane dirt road some 40 miles to Fenghwa, his home town, in the knob-topped Sze Ming Mountains. Nestled on a pine and laurel-covered slope is the Gimo's one-story, four-room retreat. A few feet up the slope is a wood and stone arch inscribed with the legend: "Road to Mother Chiang's Tomb." Through it passes a wide-stepped pebble and flagstone walk...
...adequately and uniquely introduces a sense of helplessness. He remembers his parents last fight after which his mother stood outside in the cold for two hours. "I wanted to make them stop," he begins, "I wanted to go outside and get her, but I couldn't reach the door knob." When an adolescent's earliest memory and Dillion's sympathetic demeanor suggest such despair and evoke such pathos, it becomes difficult to accept his outward show of confidence...