Word: lunches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...game of political chess, he dispatches a Buddhist plenipotentiary to the resort city of Dalat, sends one of his attendant courier-monks with a message to the Vien Hoa Dao. Thich Tam Chau, secretary-general of the institute and nominally the senior monk in Viet Nam, comes by for lunch. Tam Chau, 44, once considered Tri Quang's rival, likes such creature comforts as his chauffeured Mercedes sedan. Tri Quang twits him about it, himself takes pedicabs about town. In and out is Thich Thien Minh, Tri Quang's former schoolmate who is now his first lieutenant and boss...
...switched-on dolly-bird at least twice a week. Designer Barbara Hulanicki, owner of Biba's, estimates that a typical secretary or shop girl, earning $31 a week, will spend at least $17 of it on clothing, which leaves her with a cup of coffee for lunch-but happy...
...SCENE THREE. Also Saturday afternoon in Chelsea, at Le Reve restaurant. Wolfing down a quick lunch are some of the most switched-on young men in town: Actor Terence Stamp, 26, star of The Collector and steady date of Model Jean Shrimpton; Actor Michael Caine, 33, the Mozart-loving spy in The Ipcress File; Hairdresser Sassoon, 38, whose cut can be seen both at Courreges in Paris and on Princess Meg; Ace Photographer David Bailey, 27, professional associate of Antony Armstrong-Jones; and Doug Haywood, 28, Chelsea's "in-nest" private tailor. The conversation revolves about the evils...
...dancing, draws the smart set for later dinners, and other popular In spots are the Mirabelle in Mayfair, L'Etoile and the White Tower in Bloomsbury. London's restaurants and clubs are, of course, famed for their superb wine cellars, and wine is a frequent companion at lunch. A new eating style is visible on all sides. In a tough workingman's neighborhood in Camden Town, a sign on a pub wall announces: "Cockles, Mussels and Scampi...
...make The Soft Machine even less coherent than his grotesque Naked Lunch, William Burroughs scissored up his manuscript and pasted it back together higgledy-piggledy before turning it in to his publishers. Result: a hallucinatory little nonbook of babble whose most distinguishing feature is a preoccupation with sodomy and the dubious joys thereof. Burroughs apologists insist that there are plot and Profound Meaning imbedded in the book, but only a cultist will find them...