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...highly unorthodox notions about how religion ought to be presented to the modern world. Last week Father Boyd was making like a Mort Sahl or a Lenny Bruce and pulling down $1,000 a week in San Francisco's dark and smoky hungry i. Sitting on a bar stool, his clerical collar shining in the spotlight, he is putting on a four-week act that includes readings from his book of unusual prayers, Are You Running with Me, Jesus? (TIME, Nov. 26), and anecdotal ad libs on such subjects as premarital sex, homosexuality, integration and the institutional church. Says...
...money on that." The now-notorious Mailer sense of smell, which got such a bloodhound workout in his last novel, An American Dream, now concentrates on the bowel: man's nature, he says, can be divined in "the color, the shape, the odor and the movement" of his stool...
Creativity Limitation. Such space-speak metaphors as "umbilical" (the cord connecting a space-walking astronaut to his craft) and "milk stool" (the arrangement of a missile's three rocket engines) are vital additions to the language, says McNeill. He is equally impressed by such metonyms as "eyeballs in" and "eyeballs out" (describing extreme conditions of acceleration and deceleration, respectively), and he approves of neologisms such as "rockoon" (a rocket launched from a balloon). Unfortunately, metaphors, metonyms and neologisms-and the creativity required to invent them-are limited. They constitute only about one-eighth of the entries in official NASA...
...down to their size. After wading through the cadenza, it seemed hardly difficult at all for Ashkenazy to master the rest of the piece-lightening it with brilliant glissandos and surging sonorous chords, concluding with a sudden, speedy dash that seemed to carry him from his piano stool to the wings, away from the house he had brought down about his ears...
...diamond setter, began belting the bottle first thing in the morning. He was still at it in the early afternoon, when he walked into the Olde Milford Inn and tossed off two jiggers of whisky and three glasses of beer. A little later, he got up from his bar stool, staggered a few steps and fell, fracturing his skull against a steel column. He died that night...