Word: milk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Gibbons afterward, "Adam had come in and said, I made a mistake,' things might have turned out differently." But throughout, Powell was being-Powell. While the House wrangled over his fate, he spent the afternoon playing dominoes in Bimini's End of the World bar, sipping "cowbells" (milk laced with Scotch) supplied by reporters. "If I'm excluded," he said philosophically, "I'll be happy all the time. If I'm not excluded, I'll be happy all the time...
...endorsements? So we don't want to spoil that by giving away the names of foods he ate, things he drank. So we'll just say in his life story, 'I believe he was born champion, waiting to be cultivated. And one great cultivation was Pet Milk.'" Mother Clay interrupts. "No, no. We won't name the milk, we'll just say, 'the milk his mother gave him.' Then we can sell advertisements to them later...
...readers to debonair Gewinner Pearce, a homosexual Superman. Of the remaining four stories, the best is Man Bring This Up Road, a chilling confrontation between a hickory-hard, female old moneybags and an aging, importunate beach boy-which provided the theme for Williams' 1963 flop play, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore...
...Rimers of Eldritch, by Lanford Wilson, is a little bit like seeing and hearing vignettes from Winesburg, Ohio set to the cadences and dramatic form of Under Milk Wood. Eldritch is a once coal-rich Midwestern ghost town, whose remaining citizens have become tiny little slag heaps of humanity. The frustrated urge to flee has become the venomous urge to flail one another. They use one of the weapons of the weak-their tongues-and the air they breathe is incessant and malicious gossip. It takes a crime for anyone to become visible in Eldritch, and the play revolves around...
...Your review of the book on Chambers and Hiss [Feb. 10] is, TIME-wise, strangely unruffled. You appear to rest your case on the tushery that dead men shouldn't be slandered, ho hum, as if TIME had grown big and strong on Confucianist milk. Why not work over a dead man-if that is what he deserves from a history he malevolently affected? Surely the point is that the author of this filthy act of vampirism deserves the contempt not only of those who would speak no evil of the dead, but of those who applaud such lonely...