Word: sunsetting
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There are no more sunset scenes. The little town is dark now, and even more quiet. You stop for coffee at the Wharf Diner. Fishermen. Parkas. heavy shoes. Army water-repellent coats. Bacon and eggs, Charlie. You boys from Boston? A young man strikes up a conversation. Now, there's nothing to do on the Cape in the winter. I mean, I like it, it's pretty and all that, but not for a single guy, ya know what I mean? It's really dead here now. Signs advertising Beach Plum jelly (a Cape Cod speciality). Outside the town...
Against this backdrop moves the spirit apostrophized in Perry's diary: "What is life? . . . It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." For Capote, the movements in the shadows that produced the lightning tragedy of the Clutter murder are the tremors of a nation. Smith and Hickock are neither judged for what they did, nor vulgarly presented as anti-heroes. With courageous and incisive honesty Capote focuses on the dynamics of the two personalities, but never lets the tensions and momentum of the killers' relationship obscure the outward drama their characters...
...cocktails, or children and grandchildren for dinner. Unless they look hard, visitors do not even notice the necessary modifications-doors wide enough for wheelchairs, grab bars in the bathtub, raised electrical sockets (to save stooping), and panic buttons for emergencies. To the tenants, the best aspect of the new "sunset skyscrapers" is the assurance that the panic button will always bring prompt, professional aid. All the new buildings either have their own infirmaries and medical clinics or have special arrangements with a nearby hospital...
...quite a ritual to the occasion. First to come to the Ginza each after noon are the icemen, their saws slashing through great frozen blocks destined for dilution in tumblers of whisky. Next are the fragrant wagons of the noodle vendors, trailing plumes of steam in the neon sunset. Then come the girls-300,000 of them-to work in the 3,000 clubs of Tokyo's six sakaba (drinking quarters). Wispy-bearded Santa Clauses, a legacy of the American occupation, parade in sandwich boards that proclaim the virtues (or lack of them) of such establishments...
...their concerts. Relaxing in their suite at the Sheraton Boston after Friday night's performance at the Garden, they looked like what we at Hawthorne High used to think of as rich kids--the ones from Beverly Hills who drove Peugeots and Porsches to little coffee houses on Sunset Boulevard after football games. We drove '54 Fords to the 'Wich-Stand...