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...start of the meeting at Quatre Bras, the modern Foreign Ministry building. Newsmen's questions to him died in the air at the grim set of the Frenchman's face. A path two feet wide miraculously parted the crowd and like an apparition-or a leper-Couve moved unmolested to the elevator...
Died. John Villiers Farrow, 56, Hollywood writer-director and husband since 1936 of Actress Maureen O'Sullivan, a Roman Catholic whose rousing action films (Wake Island, Two Years Before the Mast) overshadowed but did not outshine his unfloridly written religious books, among them Damien the Leper and Pageant of the Popes; of a heart attack; in Beverly Hills...
With these funds, the intensely mission-minded Adventists deployed a task force of 1,861 missionaries, maintained 13,000 globe-girdling churches, supported 5,091 denominational schools, financed 108 hospitals and in clinics, including leper colonies. They are strong in the South Pacific, and have breached the Iron Curtain, counting among their members 20,000 in Communist China and 40,000 in Soviet Russia. But Adventists are proudest of all of the tropical growth rate of the South African Division: 70,000 converts in the past four years...
...imaginative reconstruction, St. Francis searches for God in these commonly human terms. His Francis sweats with lust for the lovely Clare, dreams of wrestling with a naked woman and other demons, and wakes "beating his hands against the floor, bellowing, his hair sodden and dripping." About to kiss a leper, he blanches at the putrescent nose, the fingerless hands; spits and is nauseated. Clothed always in rags, he smells. "What pigsty did you come from?" the Pope sardonically asks on meeting Francis. "I suppose you think you're duplicating the aroma of Paradise?'' God gives Francis...
...weaves toward the bathroom, battles an ancient geyser for five minutes, achieves a pathetic dribble of tepid water, starts to shave. "Breakfast!" Dad slumps groggily over his coffee. "Now don't be late, dear." Dad rises wearily, kisses his daughter goodbye. She draws back as if from a leper. "You've got bad breath!" Is it any wonder that Dad, a librarian somewhere in Wales, goes barmy in the back stacks with the first pretty woman (Mai Zetterling) who evinces interest in one of his favorite volumes, Concise History of Codpieces? One moonless night she takes...