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Meantime, his marriage was burning out. "I would come home from a world of travel and music," Mehta says, "and smell the diapers boiling. We grew apart." In 1964 the Mehtas got a divorce. "It just happened," Carmen says now. "I never did anything nasty to him, and he never did anything nasty to me." Mehta asked his younger brother Zarin, an accountant who had immigrated to Montreal via England, to look in occasionally on Carmen and the children (a daughter Zarina, now 9, and a son Merwan, 7). Zarin looked in occasionally, then more often. In 1966 Zubin...
...like many another teacher of English, he wonders whether he is getting through to the dim minds hypnotized before him: "My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire." After this, it is hardly gallant for him to accuse the quagmire thus: "Her body has no smell: an odourless flower...
Closed in Self-Defense. Newest element in San Francisco's revitalized waterfront is The Cannery, another lively block of shops and restaurants across the street from Fisherman's Wharf. "I had a sense of smell," explains Leonard V. Martin, 47, a wealthy Manchurian-born lawyer, who bought the abandoned Del Monte peach cannery in 1963. Martin's nose told him that what San Francisco needed was sidewalk cafes and more offbeat shops, and, with Architect Joseph Esherick, he set out to provide them...
Ghastly Embrace. In numb horror, the other survivors stumbled out to look for wives, children and friends. They held handkerchiefs and cabbage leaves to their faces to ward off the smell of burnt flesh that hung over everything. One by one the dogholes were emptied, giving up the fire-red, bloated, peeling remains of human beings. Charred children were locked in ghastly embrace, infants welded to their mothers' breasts...
Dean Gitter as Jay Gould gives Prince Erie's most extraordinary performance. A quiet nervous deadpan conveys the tension and ruthlessness of Gould, who could "smell a nickel under twenty pounds of lard." Through disciplined underplaying, Gitter is tragic in the steamboat scene, and satanic at the end of the second act where, after the success of the gold crash, he drinks a glass of champagne in spine-chilling slow motion...