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Little Logic. George McGovern, by contrast, had inevitable difficulty in rousing a constituency. He blitzed New York City on radio and TV interviews, toured slums and allowed: "I regret not having started much earlier." His late candidacy aroused suspicions, especially in the McCarthy camp, that McGovern had actually entered the race to promote himself as a vice-presidential possibility on a Humphrey ticket. For the present, however, Humphrey is leaning more toward Sargent Shriver, New Jersey Governor Richard Hughes, Oklahoma Senator Fred Harris, former North Carolina Governor Terry Sanford, or San Francisco Mayor Joseph Alioto...
Seeking Luster. The mood of the nation reflects ambiguity: craving new approaches and answers, yet responsive to a deepening conservatism; anxious to heal the blighted cities, yet apprehensive about riots and crime. There is little exuberance. Humphrey has lived to regret his "politics of joy" effusion. McCarthy's mien is often somber, and Rockefeller, despite his smiling expeditions through campaign crowds, speaks with earnest gravity about the cities...
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...like birds with golden wings the measured bell notes fly outward and upward, passing with clear and faint regret the ultimate slender rush of cross and spire; and how like the plummet lark the echo, singing, falls...
...natural to regret that Orson Welles has so much difficulty financing his filmmaking, for his poverty is ours. But it is hard to pity the man who made Falstaff. Film directors pay for control, and control marks every frame of this film: control over settings, performances, shooting, and meanings. Except for the Brattle's shoddy projection, it is hard to imagine this Falstaff better, or different. Still, it is pleasant to think that a few pennies of my $1.25 may eventually find their way into the pocket of Orson Welles. I hear he's saving up for another movie...