Word: lunches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Fortnight ago, the day before he was scheduled to return to Moscow, Nosenko told colleagues he was going off for lunch at a downtown restaurant. When he failed to return next morning, frantic Soviet officials ordered all the remaining Russians at the hotel into a delegation compound and stripped Nosenko's room of all his personal effects. They seemed particularly agitated when they could not find his valise. At last, the Russians called in the Swiss police. In vain, the cops checked Switzerland's hospitals, morgues, hotels, railroad stations, airports and border outposts. Nosenko had totally vanished...
...majority interest in his $1,000,000 villa on the French Riviera. Estimated value of the package: $1,400,000. Deaf, partially blinded by cataracts, and plagued by a fading memory, the aging author ignored doctor's orders, traveled to nearby Monte Carlo for a 90th birthday lunch. But while he had "no wishes to make" on his last birthday, the dimmed old man now nightly implores Searle: "Pray that I don't wake in the morning...
...Sculpture is the most absorbing thing I've ever done. I'll never forget the day my assistant looked up and said, 'What about a cup of coffee?' I said, 'What about lunch instead?' 'What lunch?' he said. 'It's 6 o'clock.' Anyone can see that in the last four or five years I was quieting down, getting richer and quieter in my work: this was sculpture beginning to tap me on the shoulder...
...range in age from 32 to 36. Like their father, they work up to 18 hours a day, do not smoke or drink, have little small talk or social life. K.C. operates out of a second-story walkup above a service station in Saint John, and all four Irvings lunch together at K.C.'s white frame house because, as he says, "we just don't get enough time to talk at the office." On his many trips to the empire's outposts, Irving fires off questions and orders that show the control he keeps over even minor...
Then there is Henry Miller with his scabrous Tropics, and William Burroughs' Naked Lunch, an incredible piece of hallucinatory homosexual depravity. And if these are classed as literature and are democratically available at the neighborhood drugstore, who is going to stop the cheap pornographer from putting out Lust Hop, Lust Jungle, Lust Kicks, Lust Lover, Lust Lease, Lust Moll, Lust Team, Lust Girls, and Call Boy? In girlie magazines, nudity stops only at the mons Veneris-et quandoque ne ibiquidem. Asks Dr. Paul Gebhard, the late Alfred Kinsey's successor at Indiana University's Institute...