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...suffered no such lapses of responsibility. After fleeing to free territory, she organized 19 forays into the South, bringing out 300 men, women and children. But she continued to worry about the unreachable. In Heidish's stream of conscience, Tubman murmurs: "I began to dream continually on numbers . . . Three million the abolitionists said there were; that figure loomed large in my brain, nearly blotting the others out. I was unable to picture what a million or two or three million looked like, so I dreamed instead of fingers, counting them, fingers spread, pointing, webbing together, locking at the knuckles...
Gaither disclosed this week that the service virtually abandoned attempts after Christmas to answer a stream of subscriber complaints left with the recorded "phone-mate" in the delivery service office--many requesting reimbursement for undelivered newspapers...
...funniest and most coherent. Elliot Gould simply deteriorated after his performance here as Philip Marlowe--by California Split he was in love with himself, utterly enchanted by his own idiosyncracies. Such narcissism shall not pass. In The Long Goodbye he's genuinely interesting--he emanates a constant stream of tics and nervous habits. A warning, though; in an early scene where Gould is interrogated by the police, there's reference to "Exeter faggots." May be offensive to gays and patricians...
...Harvard and Northeastern all, for one reason or another, employed local talent on their squads. But those bums from Comm. Ave. always had a stream of talent from out of the North country and Que.s and Ont.s conspicuously accentuated the B.U. players' hometowns. It particularly annoyed me that these semi-pro ringers were forever foiling my Eagles much to the delight of an obnoxious New York crowd, which, in my opinion, deserved no part of this Boston Tradition...
...Death, the collection's longest and best story, follows a writer through the last weeks of her fatal illness. On paper she is two writers: Cassandra Knye, a successful purveyor of gothic romances, and B.C. Millar, author of esoteric murder mysteries. Chain-smoking cigarettes and wisecracking with a stream of hospital visitors, she searches stoically among her own past fictions for the kind of lie that will prepare her for her final scene with death...