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...clean-cut Como appeal runs from toddlers to dodderers. It is no surprise that convent TV sets glow for Como, that he was rated America's ideal husband in a poll of 20-year-old girls, or that three years ago he made Saturday night the loneliest night in the week for brilliant but irascible Jackie Gleason. Says a Kraftman: "Out in Arkansas, he's the type they want on a family program. Nobody else could do the trick...
...lose its own Chinese drivers. At another embassy a Chinese cook refused to bake a supply of cookies after he learned that a Dutchman was coming to dinner. Fearing that they too might get the treatment, foreign diplomats now tend to avoid the Dutch mission, which has become the loneliest diplomatic outpost in the world. Every fortnight or so The Hague gets a frantic cable from Slingenberg, protesting the circumstances. The Dutch, who see no way to help him out of his predicament, intend to leave him to his own devices until his transfer comes through next December...
Beyond Time. As Seamarks opens with majestic waves of imagery, the poet celebrates the sea as the ever-renewing source and symbol of life. In endless variations on this theme, Perse evokes man's grandest and loneliest moments, his immemorial past, his intimations of a nobler future. With its Invocation. Strophe, Chorus and Dedication-and its sensuous neopagan salute to raw nature-Seamarks reads a little like a drama put on for the approval of the gods on Olympus. A long section symbolizing union with the sea might pass for impassioned love poetry. The final evocation...
...most capitals only satellite diplomats, a few neutralists, some Egyptians turned up-and wherever he appeared, the loneliest man was the Hungarian, shunned and shunning. "I hope they choke on their caviar!" said a demonstrator outside the Russian embassy in Stockholm. A Finnish protocol officer, required to attend in Helsinki, insisted: "I'm not thirsty. I'm not hungry." A pamphlet distributed by students outside the Russian embassy in Washington taunted: "Try our new cocktail . . . freshly mixed in Hungary. It's spiced with children's tears and blood...
Last week the gold watch (brought to the U.S. from Russia 27 years ago by Novelist Wouk's grandfather) was shut and resting in the desk drawer. Novelist Wouk was taking his first vacation in nearly a decade from the job of writing - "the loneliest job in the world." Wouk, a tall, darkly handsome man of 40, was relaxing at his ocean-front home on New York's Fire Island, trying to fix a 30-year-old reading lamp, lolling on the sand, teaching his five-year-old son how to float...