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...shooting and hear exhaustive FBI testimony about Hinckley's elaborate transcontinental drifting in the months that preceded the act, they would be incapable of reaching a verdict dispassionately on the question of his mental state. "Understandably," the attorneys contend in their brief, "there will be great rage and anger directed at Mr. Hinckley." The best guess of lawyers familiar with the case is that Judge Parker will rule in favor of a conventional, single-jury trial...
...first fashionable jumpsuits. A couple of years later, Kamali, owner of a sleeping bag, realized she would no longer have time to go camping, once her favorite pastime. So she cut up the bag, fashioned a fiber-filled coat and thus was born the precursor of the down clothing rage. Right now, she is working on a new inexpensive line for young children...
...does the movie version, with Robert Duvall as Tom and Robert De Niro as Des, proceed at the sluggish pace of a Sodality novena? Perhaps because Dunne's collaborator on the screenplay was his wife, the Empress of Angst, Novelist Joan Didion. Onscreen, characters who should percolate with rage simply simmer. Two exciting, dangerous actors have little to do: Duvall spends too much time pacing and waiting; De Niro's big scene has him hanging up his vestments...
...frustration so profound that it exhausts body and morale. Burnout, in advanced states, imposes a fatigue that seems-at the time-a close relative of death. It is the entropy of the other-directed. Even the best worker-especially the best worker-will often, when thwarted, swallow his rage; it then turns into a small private conflagration, the fire in the engine room. A race of urban nomads who have wandered far from family roots tends to turn work into the spiritual hearth, a chief source of warmth and support. When the supervisor proves to be an idiot, when...
...Azur to back packing trails in the Alps, French vacationers last week were enjoying the final moments of their summer holidays. An uncommon number of them, including President François Mitterrand, seemed to have their noses buried in a book. The tome was France's latest rage, a 565-page edition of the apocalyptic predictions of Nostradamus, the Renaissance physician and astrologer. Noted the newsweekly Le Point in a cover story on the sudden French passion for bleak prophecies: "The man of this summer is not Mitterrand, but Nostradamus...