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...studios all over Europe, in Paris, Fontainebleau, Picardy; in Egmont, Holland (whence came many of his best known canvases); in Weimar; in Italy. Since he seldom opened his mail, never left forwarding addresses, friends never knew where to find him. His shirtfront became a flower bed for ribbons-officer of the Legion of Honor, knight of the Order of St. Michael of Bavaria, officer of the Order of the Red Eagle (Prussia), officer of the Grand Ducal Order of the White Falcon of Sacony. In 1914 Gari Melchers prudently removed himself to the land of his birth. His pictures hang...
...very middle of the ball?" "Overwhelmingly" gentle in voice, elaborately formal in manner, Proust smiled continually, gazed fondly at society from brilliant black eyes under drooping eyelids and "a Saracen's beak." Extravagant, generous?his tips were fantastic?he dressed like the dandy he was: creamy pink shirtfront, a rose or orchid in his lapel, light-colored gloves with black points. Even in summer, for fear of catching cold, he wore a heavy pelisse. An impressed English visitor to Paris said that Proust was "really the only man I ever saw dining in a fur coat." Some of the lions...
...placed after the old to clear lumpy throats, a gangster gunfight broke up the proceedings in an ultrasmart night-box run by a pansy. In the old-style scene, an evening at Rector's before Prohibition was reproduced to the last sparkle on Diamond Jim Brady's shirtfront and Lillian Russell's dog-collar...
...very good evening to you too Walter....sure, filet Winter Place, and a lot of ice....no, you mug, in the glasses....this certainly seems like old times....you don't know how we old grads....who threw that?....who threw, it, I ask you?....right down my shirtfront crabmeat cocktail....somebody's going to get pasted....Ohoooo, did I?....I always said those forks were too small....well, happy days....and a great pleasure I'm sure.... hey, waiter....POP....Rheims....Epernay....hmmmm, the Widow Cliquot....POP....and very nice too, .... and how do you do Mrs. Astor...
...Chekhov's nephew Mikhail. It is an earnest but not very adept story of the hatred of privilege that smoldered so long in the hearts of the Russian people. Best sequence: the banknote that Mikhail Chekhov picks up and hides, first in his sock, then under his shirtfront, then in his pocket, and finally gives back to its owner, who forgets to thank...