Word: scotches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Sorrow Is Out. Sipping Scotch and tinkering with his hi-fi in his Left Bank apartment under the surveillance of a cageful of doves, Lamorisse at 38 fits the description once given him as "a man continually on vacation." The son of a well-to-do family of Flemish descent, he did poorly in school, never considered any work worthy of serious pursuit until he discovered film making. He still writes and edits his films in his living room, with the help of his wife and within earshot of Pascal and his other two children...
...Scotch & Politics. Lopoldville had the look of a foreigners' town; Indonesian captains and Swedish colonels strolled the sidewalks, putting their U.N. salaries into snail, pâté and wine dinners at the few remaining good restaurants or into the mass-produced ivory "handicraft" souvenirs spread on the sidewalks by tall Hausa hawkers from the north. Influence peddlers, spies and quick-money operators were flocking in from abroad; an American opened the "Afro-Negro Bar," where U.N. officials, newsmen and merchants crowded in to drink Scotch and argue politics amid the din at the bar while a Nigerian band...
Revenue agents caught wind of the cargo from customs men, began to snoop around the admiral's Marin County home. Armed with a search warrant, they raided a locked room behind the admiral's bar, found 816 bottles ranging from rare old Scotch to rich liqueurs and Greek brandy. Erdmann had paid $760 for the entire supply; Treasury agents said it was worth $4,400 retail...
Tousle-haired, wild-eyed, glowing with his new7 mission and blackened by the sun of Brazil, Camus toasted his friends in the nation's new capital city just before he left. "How I love you," he cried between dollops of Scotch. "Here in Brazil there is no hate, only love. Here we are all brothers." Just then, Brasilia's power failed, and waiters made their way through the dark to light candles. For some reason, Marcel Camus did not shoot the scene...
...response to Phoumi's call a flurry of local army commanders hurried in to consult. Beating time to reedy pipe music as he presided over a table laden with Scotch whisky and French wines, Phoumi assured a reporter that his troops were racing the Pathet Lao Communists through the roadless jungle to the capital, added earnestly: "If you let the Pathet Lao into the government, they will organize and work hard and sooner or later they will control the whole country...