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Lawrence is founder and president of the American Medical Joggers Association, a group of 3,000 jogger-doctors. This fall he plans to start a Jungian talk-and-jog therapy with neurotic patients on Malibu Beach, charging $75 an hour. "Jogging is a way of reaching the unconscious rapidly," he says. "Man was meant to be a moving animal, but he's become sedentary. Distance running can bring us back to the basics of what we're here for." Lawrence has noticed that after 14 to 18 miles of a marathon, people often break down...
...wants whenever he wants. Having no strong compulsion to work, he takes off months to hop around the world, read, dabble in politics and consort with beautiful and in teresting women. (He has made only 15 movies in 18 years.) While other stars hang out with one another in Malibu, Beatty moves and mingles with the "right" people. He has had breakfast with Henry Kissinger in San Clemente and dined back in town with Vladimir Horowitz. He has numbered among his friends the likes of Lillian Hellman, Robert F. Kennedy, Hubert Humphrey, George McGovern and Jerry Brown. The countless women...
...thus in a few years given away buildings and works of art worth rather more than $200 million. Even granted the parlous state of the dollar, no other living American has committed himself to art patronage on this scale. (Paul Getty endowed his mock-Pompeian Getty Museum above Malibu, Calif., to the tune of a staggering $700 million, but Getty died in 1976, and very little of the money has been spent...
...slide buried Malibu fathoms under the Pacific. There it lay for nearly 2,000 years: the brown Mercedes 450s and the manuals on orgasm, the barnacle-encrusted Jacuzzis, tennis gear, waterlogged paperbacks on obscure Eastern cults, Cuisinarts, bud vases, I.U.D.s and LeRoy Neiman prints, jumbled with the bones of producers and promoters. Archaeologists even found the calcified remains of a Lhasa Apso, pathetically clutching in its teeth the rawhide doggie pacifier it had tried to keep while vainly fleeing the cataclysm: mute testimony to the suddenness with which nature had rebuked (but for future museumgoers, preserved) the frail pretensions...
Tony van Renterghem Malibu, Calif...