Word: pascal
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fateful day in 1940, a would-be actress named Deborah Kerr (rhymes with star) was sitting in a London restaurant with an acquaintance of British Producer-Director Gabriel Pascal. When Pascal himself was introduced, he promptly chanted in his richest Magyar overtones: "Sweet lady, you have a spiritual face...
...wrote a bit for her into Contraband. But the bit wound up on the cutting-room floor. So Deborah continued to live at a Y.W.C.A. on 35 shillings ($7) a week and spent most of her waking hours being turned out of producers' offices. By the time Gabriel Pascal saw her, plain living and plenty of walking had etherealized the dumpling to that lithe spirit which Pascal singled...
...scarcely had Metro's massive procurement machinery begun to move than it stalled. L.B. was ready & willing; Miss Kerr was more than ready & willing. But Pascal had so thoroughly snarled up his half of the contract that it seemed impossible to untangle. The chief difficulty was that Pascal had guaranteed Deborah a certain sum after British taxes. To Hollywood the price seemed prohibitive. Poor Deborah languished as helplessly as the rich man with the needle's-eye view of heaven. Then, suddenly, she became more like a bone at the vortex of a dogfight. MGM, Sam Goldwyn, Loew...
...spite of his eminent philosophical name, these considerations meant nothing to Pascal, the waiter at the Café de Flore, who was much more interested in tips. Both the Lettrists and the Sensorialists disdained the Flore. The Lettrists patronized more congenial spots on the Right Bank, of all places; the Sensorialists, for reasons connected with their erotic ethic, avoided all saloons. "France has had enough café literature," Sensorialist LeGrand had said. "Cafés are fine for anyone who merely wants adventures...
...Pascal curled his lip. "Lettrism," he sneered. "Sensorialism. These are what menace us today. We must combat them if we wish things to remain as they were in the good old days...