Word: postcarded
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...right holes. As they cannot think, they cannot be impressed; they are clods. The only way to beat their system is to cheat.) In the humanities and social sciences, it is well to remember, there is a man (occasionally a woman), a human type filling out your picture postcard. What does he want to read? How, in a word, can he be snowed...
This past Christmas Eve, Khashoggi entertained some 60 guests at his 5,000- acre spread on Spain's postcard Mediterranean coast. For the occasion, La Baraka (in Arabic, "the blessings of God") was transformed into a Moorish palace: gold chandeliers draped in white leaves and red streamers, the ceiling of the 50-ft.-high ballroom covered with shimmering silver and gold spangles like the fringes on a flapper's dress. That night, like a magnanimous feudal lord, Khashoggi, in a gray-and-black satin tuxedo, greeted his guests with kisses on both cheeks. Servants trooped into the ballroom carrying great...
...leave the U.S., whose corruption and commercialism he noisily denounces every hour on the hour, would be greeted by sighs of relief by all who know him. Heading for Central America, are you, Allie? Upriver, you say? In the jungle? Well, good luck to you, boy. Send us a postcard if you get a chance...
Unfortunately, The Mosquito Coast (based on Paul Theroux's 1982 novel) is not a postcard. It is a movie, recording in painful detail the self-righteous Allie's trek toward a predictable tragedy, herding his long-suffering family before him as he goes. And though Harrison Ford offers a hypnotizing portrayal of a man covering despair with lunatic optimism, hysteria with bravado and rigid self-control, a fatal prejudice lingers in the audience: we do not want to spend a couple of hours with Allie here any more than we would if he were, heaven forfend, our next-door neighbor...
...Karl, I'm sooo touched," said Kimberly, sounding just a little bit like Scarlett O'Hara. But this was no Southern belle, for after slipping the postcard down her blouse, she politely demanded Karl's phone number. He refused...