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Christmas Eve Services (ABC, 11:15 p.m. to 1 a.m.). First, services from Manhattan's Cathedral of St. John the Divine, then Solemn Pontifical Midnight Mass from the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington...
Golden Age. In 1920, Bohr organized the University of Copenhagen Institute for Theoretical Physics, which quickly became a kind of scientific shrine, attracting students from all over the world. "The unique and exciting feature of Copenhagen," wrote Professor John A. Wheeler of Princeton, "lies in the stimulus that Bohr gives. I know of nothing with which to compare it except the school of Plato." J. Robert Oppenheimer, who was later to head the atom-bomb-making Los Alamos Scientific Laboratory, said about physics in the 19205: "It was a heroic time. It was not the doing...
Fold-In Shakespeare. Supported by a tiny income whose source is the Burroughs adding machine, which his grandfather invented (an irony important to beat hagiographers), the 48-year-old author lives in the "beat hotel," a fleabag shrine in a section of Paris where passers-by move out of the way for rats. There in a worn grey room the worn grey man has written three other novels. The Soft Machine, the immediate sequel to Naked Lunch, repeats the rant of its predecessor with far less coherence; the improvement may be explained by Burroughs' solemn assurance that much...
...Wrath and delighted by Cannery Row. Probably compassion, humor and good characterization are unsophisticated or passé to the writer of your Steinbeck article [Nov. 2], but a few of us still enjoy them. There are also some of us, incredibly enough, who do not worship at the shrine of Hemingway...
Nearly 500 friends, followers, and just plain curious crammed into the Left Bank studio-gallery-theater of America's pioneer Beatnik Raymond Duncan for his 88th birthday blowout. The bespectacled old expatriate, whose pad is almost a photographic shrine to his late sister, Dancer Isadora Duncan, gave them a weirdly nostalgic show. In a quavering saloon tenor he sang My Old Kentucky Home; then, unshorn silver locks and hand-woven toga flying, he launched into a frantic soft-sandal jig. The Dior-dressed segment of the crowd dug it deep. But the modern beats, obviously distressed that no food...