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...city; sightseers and lovers go by elevator to the roof to admire the view of the wide Lombard plain and the snowy crest of Mont Blanc. The grim battlements of Sforzesco Castle still brood over their grassy moat, and Leonardo da Vinci's faded master piece, The Last Supper, is slowly peeling on the wall of the refectory of Santa Maria delle Grazie. The curious tourist will have a difficult time finding a notorious wartime monument: the gasoline station where the battered bodies of Benito Mussolini and his brunette mistress, Claretta Petacci, dangled by the heels. Political passion...
...signed on as a reporter for a Vienna daily. At 20, he was off to Berlin as a movie and drama reviewer. Not long afterward, he fell in love with a dancer and was fired for neglecting his work. Next thing he knew, Billy himself was dancing for his supper as a nightclub gigolo, and writing film scripts on the side. At 27, with 50 screenplays behind him and the German movie industry apparently at his feet, Billy, who is Jewish, fled to France to escape the Nazis...
Mauro Pelliccioli, Milan art professor famed for his restoration of Leonardo's Last Supper: "Today more art is destroyed than is rescued by restoration. There has been no epoch so dangerous, so catastrophic for painting as that through which we are passing. It is the duty of our civilization to prevent the continued perpetration of this crime against...
Night after night she would eat her supper on a tray, alone by the fire. But once the children were up next morning, the loneliness vanished. No boy could ever be more splendid than her "young gentleman," and no girl more dainty than her "young lady." Her children did not bite nails, climb trees or throw naughty tantrums. If they did, there could be a paddy whack on the "sit-upon." But when sickness fell, it was nanny who sat by the bedside all night. In 1946, when the famed Alah died after being nanny to the Queen Mother...
Bergman and his pianist-wife, Kaebi (pronounced Cabby), live with two servants in a big old frame house in a Stockholm suburb. Bergman is up at 7:30. At 9:15 a studio chauffeur delivers him to SF, at 5 takes him home. After supper he sets up the next day's work, goes early to bed. The Bergmans rarely entertain-too much trouble. He coolly observes: "We have to administer our gifts." Bergman likes his wife to wear light makeup. "I don't want her to look like a movie actress," he says...