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...start, then proceed to the unrelated near and dear. Since Earp rides a white horse, he's the good guy. Clanton's bad--he sets other men to do his killings and, supposedly under his influence, they take aim when an enemy's back is turned and his pistol is glued to his holster...
Protected by rings of electric wire outside and pistol-packing Marines within, NSA is a cathedral of cryptography-the occult art of secret codes. Bigger even than the Central Intelligence Agency, NSA headquarters houses about 14,000 employees, including some of the best analytic, mathematical and communications brains in the U.S. CIA's well-known headquarters in Langley, Va., has about 10,000 employees. Like CIA, NSA maintains a far-flung network of listening posts abroad, intercepting secret transmissions. At about $1 billion, NSA's annual budget, hidden under special executive funds, is estimated at twice that...
McCann is edgy and truculent; Goldberg is expansive and sentimental as he reminisces about his mother's gefilte fish. In Act II, they pistol-whip Stanley with words-mad, flailing non sequiturs-charging that he "betrayed the organization." A birthday party for Stanley turns into a Walpurgisnacht, as the lights go out and Stanley goes berserk trying to throttle Meg and rape a nubile bundle of fluff called Lulu (Alexandra Berlin). Act III finds Stanley looking like a waxed zombie, Goldberg and McCann promising that "Monty" will take care of Stanley, and escorting him to something that seems suspiciously...
Acquaintances recalled Wasik's traumatic reaction to the deaths of Astronauts Grissom, Ed White and Roger Chaffee in the Apollo fire last January. Wasik wept, slashed his wrists, and at one point drove around Cape Kennedy pointing a pistol at his head...
Visitors to the gallery are also invited to put a quarter in Friedensohn's gaily red-and gold-trimmed "Assassination Machine." They sight through a peephole into its interior, where a puppet President declaims, and pull the trigger of a cap pistol pointed at his tiny, bloody chest. Bang! goes the pistol. Why? asks the viewer. "Because," says Friedensohn cryptically, "it gives you a thrill...