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...Corp. of Michigan), on his 78½-acre spread in Marshfield, Mass., 30 miles south of Boston. His 17-room house there is equipped with indoor and outdoor swimming pools and nearly every form of 20th century electronic communication short of his own hot line to Moscow. The gray-carpeted lair in his office in Boston, which he rarely visits, is known throughout Boston legal circles as the "throne room...
SENATE BILL NUMBER ONE, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, lies innocently right now in the friendly lair of the Senate Judiciary Committee. It seems harmless enough--a much needed bill to "codify, revise and reform" the federal criminal laws. But this 735-page tome, once sprung on the American public, will do more to keep the people ignorant about what the government is doing than to seriously coordinate the confusing list of federal statutes...
...civilian firefighters battling two fires that destroyed 20,000 acres of forest land and threatened ten villages. Zookeepers also had their hands full. Penguins in the Cologne zoo had to be put in air-conditioned boxes. A lion in a safari park near Frankfurt lumbered out of his lair and took a dip in the park's fountain, and a frazzled baby leopard at the West Berlin zoo sprang out of its crate and bit West German President Walter Scheel, tearing his jacket...
...live in a very grand place. But as in painting you make such a mess, I prefer to live in the mess with the memories and the damage." In photographs of the artist in his studio, we see the most famous English painter of his generation lurking in his lair. The camera flattens the owl-like eyes and avian nose into the mask of a pudgy child surrounded by a volcanic sludge of rubbish: the walls daubed with paint, the tables and floor buried under a dune of exhausted tubes, boxes, crumpled photographs, muck. These, so to speak...
After the film's release, nuns begin to be raped round the world, and Enderby is blamed for it. Settled into a dingy, rented lair near the university on the Upper West Side, Enderby is soon a man much bemused and beleaguered by moralists and behaviorists. In vain he declares that art-even execrable art-is neutral. Loathing the movie more than anyone, he sees it not as a cause but as a symptom of sin. "You ignore art as so much unnecessary garbage," he howls at his tormentors, "or you blame it for your own crimes." Even members...