Word: liming
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...wife Nancy. The site of the feast was Hillwood, the verdant 25-acre estate bequeathed to the Government by the late Marjorie Merriweather Post. A huge green-and-white-striped tent was hung with May baskets filled with tulips. Inside, guests lunched on gazpacho, filet of beef, and lime sherbet heaped with fresh strawberries. The Robert Mc-Namaras, the William F. Buckleys, the David Brinkleys and Senator and Mrs. Jacob Javits, among others, heard Kissinger laud his guest as a great world leader...
Exley makes the mistake of assuming that conversations with people in the lime-light are necessarily interesting; he's much better off writing about unknowns whom he's closer...
...velvet voice still purrs with gentle sadism, and at around 350 lbs., Orson Welles' presence is more commanding than ever. But gone is the baby-faced villainy that made Harry Lime and Mr. Rochester essays of anarchy, and muffled is the sly sardonic spirit with which Welles, as a 24-year-old enfant terrible, created Citizen Kane. Even as a tired king of the jungle, though, Welles, now 59, easily dominated the festivities at Los Angeles' Century Plaza Hotel where the American Film Institute gave him its Life Achievement Award. Before an audience of 1,200, including Frank...
...forties that seem to have no flab at all, in which every word, every shot is necessary, not to mention each scene and each character. Holly Martins, writer of westerns and most idealist of the idealist Americans, arrives in Vienna to work for his old friend Harry Lime--who turns out to be dead, run over by his own chauffeur, Calloway, the British military policeman, knows Lime has been mixed up in a vicious black market in penicillin, and Martins undertakes the job of clearing his friend's name and finding his real murderer. Since most mysteries...
...have to deal with is Anna Schmidt, who comes out of nowhere and walks--with a proper contempt for Martins--further into nowhere, down a wet, leaf-littered road lined by the stumps of trees cut down during the war. Scenes like this are unchanging and final. When Harry Lime suddenly appears on the second story of a bombed-out building, standing in a shroud of a black overcoat, robed and stiff like the ragged statue propped beneath him to the left, he is more than a clue or an answer in a mystery--he is what crawls out from...