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Booby Prize. "How many believe what I've said?" Ron asks, and the hands shoot up. "Then you're assholes. Don't believe or disbelieve any of it. Just hold onto it like a brick on your lap." Our aim should just be to "get it"-acknowledge what has been said. Many fear that the philosophy is too deep for them, but Ron says it will all become clear later. Hostile questioners are verbally thrashed and told to "come off your act." Intellectuals, who are already guilty of thinking, are tripped up by est's Catch...
Silly Love Songs is just the sort of tune that comes at the unwary out of car radios and open windows, attaching itself like a particularly stubborn lap cat. It will probably never go away. The brazen breeziness of the music is unshakable...
...instant she saw the faces of the four veteran United States Auto Club drivers who had judged her in the U.S.A.C. 20-lap "rookie test" last Monday afternoon, Janet Guthrie feared the worst. Solemn, with eyes that avoided hers, Gary Bettenhausen, Al Loquasto Jr., Tom Bigelow and Graham McCrae offered their critiques: "shaky," "afraid to go to the wall," "frightened." Then Bettenhausen could contain himself no longer and began to laugh...
...teammates lowered the fourth new engine in two weeks into her balky No. 27. Burned-out pistons were a consistent problem, but even when running smoothly the car was no blue streak, failing to get within reach of the 180-m.p.h. speed probably necessary for qualification. With her best lap going into the last day of qualification a low 173.611, Guthrie had a lot of m.p.h.s to pick up before making the 500's starting field. Curiosity seekers, badgering journalists and sexist detractors all considered, what bothered Guthrie most was getting the car up to speed. "The rest...
...sumptuous embassy residence. Hand in hand, the pair took a tour of dinner parties and luncheons, and one evening they passed up a Blue Bird cast party for a trip to Rosecroft Raceway, a nearby harness track. There Liz found occasion to sit in Zahedi's lap, snuggle under his cape as they awaited the moment to make a trophy presentation, and demurely decline the chance to pose in a sulky when he suggested it might be dangerous for her. (The thought must have amused horse fancier Taylor, who rode to fame aboard National Velvet in 1944.) By week...