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...zealots swarmed all over him just across the way from the Old Compton Street Cinema (current attraction: Orgy at Lil's Place). A stripper named Brigitte St. John screamed: "Billy, what do you think of my miniskirt?" and flung herself onto his car. As the reverend rode out of the bedlam, an aide was murmuring: "We're lucky to get away with our lives...
Iowa's Representative H. R. Gross was in higher dudgeon than usual. "I couldn't believe my eyes," he told the House, "when I saw the Reverend Moyers, White House press secretary, gyrating halfway down on his knees, doing the watusi. The Reverend Moyers is another of those twinkle toes that inhabit the White House." At that, Baptist Bill Moyers, 31, inhibited himself into the depths of the West Wing and refused any comment on his performance at the Smithsonian Institution bene fit ball. White House Adviser Bob Kintner just burbled: "No matter what dance Bill does...
...Pale, pinch-faced little Jethro Furber, the nail-eyed reverend, was nothing but bones, and even those you could have wrapped in a hankie. His twisted figure was like a knotted string, and he hated his parishioners. With fierce Puritan intensity he preached burning, his whole inside crying die, shouting die. He worked in his garden obsessively, like a madman picking imaginary lint from his sleeve. He wanted women, imagined them in every posture. He wrote dirty doggerel and lied-his single skill. He lived in a thousand careening pieces, like a shattered army...
...local yack-in-the-pulpit. "Both of Omensetter's hands reached for his hand, enclosing it like a worm in a fruit." Obsessed with envy, Furber spreads lies about Omensetter and even tries to persuade the townspeople that he has committed murder. In the end the reverend repents his persecution, but too late to preserve his reason, which drowns in a loud orange effluvium of emotion...
...dead? Of course not, preached Evangelist Billy Graham, 47, to the Atlanta Press Club. As a matter of fact, said the reverend, "I can tell you that God is alive because I talked to Him this morning...