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...front-porch rocker shelling pecans and rubbernecking at the tourists who came to rubberneck at him. Plain-spoken to the last, he always regretted having given up his Speaker's role for the vice-presidency, which he said "wasn't worth a pitcher of warm spit...
...problem is Perry. He lacks color and temperament. Morison works hard to achieve a spit-and-polish luster in the image of "Old Bruin," but he makes the mistake of comparing him to his older brother Oliver, hero of the Battle of Lake Erie. "Oliver fascinated people when he talked," while Matthew "could only convince them." Matthew had the admirable but unexciting virtues of a seagoing Alger hero. Utterly efficient, he ran a taut but not too happy ship, stressing maximum standards of hygiene and minimum shore liberty. When corporal punishment was abolished, he predicted that the Navy would...
...microskirt so short that the evening seems like a continual panty raid. Her undies scan better than the dialogue, which unravels along such lines as, She: "You only want me for one thing." He: "Yes, but what a lovely thing." If the polish is in Ferris' frame, the spit is in her delivery. She has a snort like a tugboat, she can carve an inflection into a tombstone, and she blows bubbles of mirth that might have lured Ulysses off his course. She keeps theatergoers from remembering that the play's the nothing...
...heart, he could never have lived that long. Flying into Valle Grande from La Paz, Armed Forces Chief General Alfredo Ovando added to the confusion by claiming that Che had said after his capture: "I am Che. I have failed." More likely, the cocky Che would have spit defiance or, if too weak from his wounds, simply remained silent...
...second appalling thing about the play was the audience which laughed at it. When the crowd roars as one at a line like, "Your sex life is like a continual winetasting: you roll 'em around and spit 'em out"--then you begin to wonder about the audience and forget your morbid curiosity about the author...