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...Cats. The defense, quite naturally, did not take kindly to the ghosts. Accusations and name-calling turned the hearing into bedlam. Under the bullfrog blustering of Santo's lawyer, swart, strutting, pint-sized Harry Sacher, some witnesses wilted. Others roared back. Into the record went such words as "bum," "parasite," "derelict," "stool pigeon," "police spy," "informer," "bigamist," "white slaver," "Muttel the Goniff" (Yiddish for Max the Thief...
When Zack refused to show Sacher his subpoena, the following polite colloquy took place...
...Dear Old Spire." On his strolls through the city, Clark might walk through parks in which bank clerks now plant vegetable gardens, though many parks had already been used for another purpose: the burying of Red Army dead. The Hotel Sacher, which had witnessed much of the monarchy's history and more of its amours, is now a British officers' club. In the Kärntner Strasse (Vienna's Fifth Avenue) the stores are gaping and shattered; at the Cathedral of St. Stephen, Nazi artillery and flames have left the foreparts of the choir and the high...
...Vienna, Sigmund Freud was invariably "out of town for reasons of health" whenever Dali sought an interview. Dali "held long imaginary conversations with Freud," saw him one night "clinging to the curtains of my room in the Hotel Sacher." Several years later Dali was eating snails in a French town, suddenly saw a newspaper photograph of Freud. Dali uttered a loud cry. Says he: "I had just that instant discovered the morphological secret of Freud! Freud's cranium is a snail!" Dali eventually met Freud. But only when Dali's voice "became involuntarily sharper and more insistent . . . before...
...patron), who reared and reeled in the costume of Lohengrin. Before him, like something sired by George White out of Krafft-Ebing, pranced a bleached Venus (Nini Theilade), a hoop-pantalooned Lola Montez (Ludwig's grandfather's mistress) with a belt of false teeth, Mr. and Mrs. Sacher Masoch in riding breeches, and enough assorted subconscious erotica to strain the limbo of an experienced psychopath. Meanwhile, at one side of the stage, a moribund, vine-sprouting faun in red tights concentrated on knitting a sock with three-foot knitting needles...