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...silliness and narrowness, for all the rigidity of its economic determinism, they prove that the old script has considerable power. Nobody nowadays seems to give a very passionate damn about the poor and downtrodden, including perhaps Mr. Odets, but he did then, and these actors spill out their guts on his behalf in rousing fashion...

Author: By Julius Novick, | Title: Waiting for Lefty | 3/20/1959 | See Source »

...become fully convinced of the nutritive powers of gin and tonic--a process that in itself took quite a little while--I suddenly found a cosmic abyss open beneath my feet. I had this very, very full glass, see, and I was afraid, see, that I'd spill...

Author: By Julius Novick, | Title: Mother's Ruin | 2/25/1959 | See Source »

...Sorry. Anyway, I was afraid I'd spill stuff all over the nice rug. So I drank some. So now there was less in the glass than there was before, but now I was less steady, so I had to drink some more to keep it from spilling on the rug. So after awhile the glass became a pitcher, and the pitcher became a barrel, and the barrel became a hogshead, until finally I was tied in with a direct pipeline that was connected up to all the gin and tonic in the world. There I was, trying to drink...

Author: By Julius Novick, | Title: Mother's Ruin | 2/25/1959 | See Source »

Peace & Quiet. With no sign of recurring cancer, and no indication that Dulles' diverticulum had perforated (which would spill the bowel contents into the abdominal cavity, set up a life-threatening infection), the doctors saw no need for surgery. They gave Dulles antibiotics to knock out the infection in the diverticulum and an antispasmodic to keep the gut still, put him on a low-residue diet to reduce its work. Beyond that, all the Secretary needed was bed rest and some unwonted peace and quiet...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Little Bypaths | 12/22/1958 | See Source »

...groceries, his mind with God. There is the blunt, slangy, kindly matron who wants to marry everyone off; the professional matchmaker, with his human goldbricks and his spiel; the absurdly natty, paunchy, rich upstart. As they cluck, strut, brag, fib, fence, they have no great personal identity; they spill over indeed into caricature. But they boast a sort of tribal flesh; their pretenses and deprecations and denials are bequests from a world of hard competition to a world...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theater: New Plays on Broadway, Dec. 22, 1958 | 12/22/1958 | See Source »

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