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...blue eyes--the effect heightened by eyedrops--at that age), and a second look is disillusioning. The desert looks phony (even though shot on location), and in re-release the picture was cut mercilessly. Omar Sharif is probably the biggest deadhead in screen history, too. Made by David Lean over several years with a great deal of money, and brought out in 1962 when it won a host of Oscars...
...only used twice in the thing--his nickname is used more often. He's never described physically--Yossarian--other than being suntanned, and kind of large in build. I don't know why it's that way. I think that in the books I write I tend to lean away from action-packed kind of literal realism...
...power and bear the "responsibility" for the events of the next 12 or 18 months--a period of time which will almost certainly see more hostility in Britain than any time since the General Strike in 1926. Smart politicians of both parties might be content to lean back and let the other fellow bear the brunt of the approaching disasters, then move in on a landslide to pick up the pieces. Perhaps this is part of the reason none of the younger, less tarnished politicians of either party have pressured their shopworn leaders into resigning--Heath or Wilson's last...
...summer, Foreman relaxed at his ranch house in the dry foothills outside Livermore, an agricultural community near Pleasanton. There, behind the locked gates of an imposing cyclone fence, he watched past fights on a video cassette machine, played pool in the downstairs den, and ate the steamed vegetables and lean steaks he prefers (when not training, he relishes fried buffalo fish and gargantuan vanilla ice cream sundaes). But most of all Foreman played with his pets-four dogs and two horses. Foreman is particularly proud of his two German shepherds, Pasha and Daggo. He commands them with a smattering...
...wintry streets of a European capital. The three-story facades of workers' houses are depressing in their black-sooted brick, and the smoke emanating from the stack of a nearby factory leaves an acrid smell in the air. Leaflets are being passed out on the street, and, as you lean over to grab one...someone knocks a copy of "Beyond the Melting Pot" off a shelf above you, it catches you on the shoulder, and you are back again, with nothing other than your course catalogue in your hands...