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...some respects, then, a classic screen romance has an awful lot going for it even before the lights go down. Audiences are ready to forgive far more than in other forms; they want to feel naive. People still sigh when they see Olivier in Wuthering Heights speak some desperately improbable lines, and act out one of the silliest (ah, but oh so wonderful) endings in screen history. The awkward moments, the stutters and stumbles, the slow buildup of courage, all add to the movie. Rarely does a director find a more willing audience. There probably isn't a more universal...
Shortly before noon on the morning of July 22, the sort of day when Washingtonians go Southern and fan themselves and sigh, Ali Akbar Tabatabai, late of the Shah's employ, strode to answer the bell of his contemporary rustic two-story home and found Iran standing in the doorway. You may imagine his surprise. Who would have thought to find Iran in such a place; in tasteful suburban Bethesda, Md., no less; dressed up as a postman, of all things; with a gun in its hand to boot? But there it was, large as death for Mr. Tabatabai...
...When it comes to making films about drugs, if it wasn't us, it'd be somebody else. I believe there's good and bad dope," he continues, "If I believed dope was bad for you, well, you know..." and his voice trails off in a degenerate sigh...
...days unfolding. Progress was the indispensable mechanism and metaphysic of the American idea: the pioneer progression westward over space corresponded with the steady upward incline of opportunity over time. "You can't stop progress," Americans would tell one another with an air of dazzled exuberance or a rueful sigh. The future was bearing down on the land like a grinning child at the wheel of something roaring, gaudily bright and faintly dangerous...
...days, you might sigh, when an hour was 45 minutes and sometimes 90, and when people ate with spoons, and butter-knives were but a dream in Shreve, Crump of Low's darkest recesses. But if Alvin Toffler heard you he would scold, consigning you to the First Wave, which began with the original harvest. For Toffler is a visionary, looking out to sea at that big comber waiting to smash the sandcastles of today--this Third Wave, the biggest, most powerful, most blessed of all. "The Third Wave," he notes in the introduction, "is for those who think...