Word: mirrored
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...would have departed in a hurry. To honor John Glenn, who sailed through space in Mercury capsule No. 13, thirteen U.S. Senators gathered at 10:13 a.m. on Capitol Hill to give the ebullient astronaut a gold watch, all of whose numerals read 13 o'clock. Smashing a mirror to open the meeting, Illinois' Republican Everett Dirksen tried to hex Glenn: "If you'll talk 13 seconds, we'll love you. If you talk 13 minutes, we'll wonder how you ever got in orbit. If you talk 13 hours...
Drunken, talentless Pat Hobby-his eyes are "red-rimmed" in most of the 17 stories-is part a caricature of Hollywood, part Fitzgerald making faces at the mirror. Hobby, who once drew $2,500 a week, now connives to get past the studio gatekeeper; Fitzgerald, who once could finance a summer at Juan-les-Pins with a weekend of woodshedding, was reduced to begging Esquire Magazine Editor Arnold Gingrich: "The address is the Bank of America, Culver City, and I wish you'd wire the money if you like this story. Notice that this is pretty near twenty-eight...
...hardly any real gossip in the daily flow of words from golf-playing Igor ("Cholly Knickerbocker") Cassini, in the Journal American, or good-natured Joseph X. Dever in the World-Telegram, or bland Nancy Randolph in the Daily News, or even the entertainingly abrasive "Suzy" (Aileen Mehle) in the Mirror. The fascinating intelligence that Mercedes de Footwork had lunch at the Purple Tulip is good for a line any time. No one may have heard of either Mercedes or the Tulip, but after both have been mentioned a dozen times and absorbed with faithful mindlessness by the people who read...
...traditional theological disciplines," Berger insists, "must regain their central position . . . There must be an end to the grotesque spectacle of a Protestant ministry that continues to maintain the primacy of Scripture for Christian thought and life-and is unable to read the same Scripture except through the pale mirror of translations...
This story could have been sheer slumgullion, but under Sam Peckinpah's tasteful direction it is a minor chef-d'oeuvre among westerns. Shot near California's Mammoth Lakes, the film owes much of its beauty to nature. The camera hovers with loving grace over limpid, mirror-bright pools, trees like green-hooded knights, and the rumpled grandeur of blue-blanketed mountains. Ride the High Country has a rare honesty of script, performance and theme-that goodness is not a gift but a quest. In the unhurried tempo of their speech, their ease of bearing, the firm...