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...ability of excellent lawyers to muddle and obfuscate. Says Button: "Lawyers are paid to complicate, to keep a dispute alive, to make everything technical." The Washington, D.C., firm of Covington & Burling, for example, once delayed for twelve years a Food and Brug Administration ruling on the labeling of peanut butter jars. Said one Covington lawyer: "Certainly, there's something suspicious about a 24,000-page hearing transcript and close to 75,000 pages of documents on a case involving peanut butter." As Humorist Art Buchwald put it in a recent column: "It isn't the bad lawyers who are screwing...
...said for artists' suffering: When they're as well off as Jimmy Buffett they don't hang out around docks and slums and all-nite Mini-Marts any more: this year it's casinos and yachtbasins. That's how he's gone from songs like "The Great Peanut Butter Conspiracy," about shoplifting in the hard times, to songs like Son of a Son's "My African Friend." He meets an African guy gambling in Martinique, they get drunk and Buffett scrapes himself up off some steps the next morning to find the guy gone. Sure was a good time, though...
...only new bar that has achieved any kind of success lately is the Mars Marathon bar. Think I'm full of fudge? Well, when was the last time you saw Willie Wonka's Peanut Butter Oompahs...
...spit out tobacco juice-a habit they acquire to get rid of the coal dust they inhale in the mines. The gesture may also have expressed their feelings about the contract. "If Carter says this contract's a fair shake," said one miner, "they can take that peanut farmer back to Georgia and bury him." Terry Stay, 23, a former social worker who became a miner to earn more money, agreed: "We aren't a bunch of shanty tramps like television shows you every night. We deserve better...
...Human Factor, Greene's 22nd novel, combines the shadow world of spies and the games they play with a pervasive spiritual malaise. Secret codes and assassination by peanut-mold toxin entice the reader into the author's gloomy inner sanctum. As usual, the workmanship is superb-almost too good. At times the novel reads as if Greene had entered a Graham Greene write-alike contest. The principal character is British Intelligence Agent Maurice Castle-a surname that pointedly suggests the guarded and lonely aspects of both the man's profession and character. The settings include the nondescript...