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...more in Mailer's eyes, not merely a political genius but an artist of the banal, "the Einstein of the mediocre and the inert." In an astute account of the psychological balance-sheet, Mailer sees that one egg thrown at a Republican matron by an antiwar demonstrator "can mop up the guilt of five hundred bombs" dropped on Viet...
...observation train was discontinued at New London. That's why they'll be giving away the Regatta program a week from Saturday. The same interest isn't there anymore, even among alumni. How many Yalies want to watch their varsity boat get hit with a wet mop nine straight times? How many Harvard graduates are sadistic enough to pay $9 a shot to watch it, either? Not enough, obviously...
...here in reasonable facsimile. Miss Remick, dolled up to look like a prize in a shooting gallery, is calculating and amusing. Attenborough and O'Shea are nothing short of hilarious. With puffy face and popping raisin eyes, Attenborough looks like a hot cross bun impaled on a rag mop as he continually cross-examines the befuddled O'Shea. During an interval in the questioning, Attenborough boasts that it was he who solved the notorious riddle of "the limbless girl killer." "Who'd want to kill a limbless girl?" asks O'Shea sympathetically. "Oh, she wasn...
...others: she is somebody to be reckoned with. It has made a change in her husband: he is more available to discussion, even argument, more willing to listen, even give way. He hasn't-and isn't about to-become an apron-tied caricature, a grocery-lugging, mop-wielding, cooking-and-diapering paragon, but he can now see the Victorian darkness overshadowing her days, can see that time is of the essence, for her, as well as for himself. The long hours in front of the brilliant panorama of the Rose Bowl still go on, but they...
...title suggests, The Concert starts at a recital. A mop-haired pianist stalks imperiously across the stage to his waiting instrument, elaborately dusts off the keyboard and then sails into some Chopin pieces. As he plunks away, an audience arrives: a pair of whispering ladies with jangly handbags, a bored cigar chomper and his prissy wife, an ecstatic temptress so caught up in the music that she seems to be seducing the piano. The sequence ends in a parody of musical chairs when an usher discovers that everyone has the wrong ticket stub...