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...were closing in on them. In Atlanta, teen-agers who possessed juiced-up cars had developed a process known as "scratching." They started the car in reverse, whipped backwards in a tight semicircle, then slammed the gears into low and roared off with a squeal of tires and a shower of dust...
...which is different, if nothing else, there is nothing novel about "Lady in the Lake." The plot is old hat of the most battered variety, involving, in addition to the immersed female who is never fished out for the edification of the audience, a gentleman stone dead in a shower and the hero (you) half dead and half drowned in whiskey in a wrecked automobile. There are moments of suspense, that are given a refreshing new dimension by the point of view, but they fail to save the picture from a dreariness that is enhanced by indifferent acting by everyone...
...what to do to get along without a cistern has been successfully rigged up by Lena Bloom, over at the county seat, who turned about six feet of her downspout up so the rainwater runs into a washtub that sets on a barrel, and if there is a light shower she invariably gets enough in the tub to do a washing, but a heavy downpour will not only fill the tub but will overflow and fill the barrel. . . . With the downspout lifted, her supply is ample although she has some trouble getting the washtub, when it is full, down...
...contact with America will not be benefited by this pre-occupation with its maladies and Ehrenburg's textbook remedies. And if friends of peace left that the visit of the Russian writer ushered in a a period of greater understanding, the articles in "Izvestia" will cause a cold shower of disappointment...
...dear, dead days when he, H. G. Wells, Beatrice and Sidney Webb and other veterans lived in an "eternal political shop . . . mornings of dogged writing, all in our separate rooms; our ravenous plain meals . . . Beatrice throwing away her pen and hurling herself on her husband in a shower of caresses which lasted until the passion for work resumed its sway." In 1896, wrote Shaw (whom serious Beatrice Webb regarded as "a sprite"-a sort of undine with only a slender connection with the world of mortals): "The Fabian old gang can only afford a country house for our holiday because...