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...Wesselmann silk-screened the image of a nude onto plastic, then shaped it to capture its contours as well. Britain's Eduardo Paolozzi used eleven colors for Wittgenstein in New York, incorporated such city elements as jets, skyscrapers, and the man from a Bufferin ad to tick off hectic modern life. Roy Lichtenstein printed his Moonscape on metallic plastic that shimmers like aluminum foil. Claes Oldenburg made a serigraph print and attached a rust-colored felt...
...wanted to play like him, and he wanted to play like me, so we both stole a little from each other." What evolved was Hines's "trumpet style"-a left hand that cushioned, a right hand that attacked. In one swoop, he freed the piano from the ricky-tick niceties of ragtime and set a standard that ever since has influenced jazz pianists, notably Teddy Wilson, Art Tatum and Erroll Garner...
Lean, well-muscled, with a sensual electricity, in every gesture and blazing eyes that can mesmerize a mob, Thich Tri Quang, 42, has long been South Viet Nam's mysterious High Priest of Disorder. (Thich, pronounced tick, is a title meaning "venerable"; Tri Quang is pronounced tree kwong.) Wily and ruthless, Delphic and adept, he is the best of breed of a new kind of back room bonze. In the murky world of Oriental mysticism and Saigon's immemorial intrigue, these robed and shaven men have emerged as the new Machiavellis of the Vietnamese political scene. Tri Quang is unquestionably...
...hire Vincent Gillen, a onetime FBI agent turned private detective with headquarters in Manhattan. Gillen sent his agents a frank letter about what they were supposed to try to accomplish. "Our job," he wrote, "is to check Nader's life and current activities, to determine what makes him tick, such as his real interest in safety, his supporters if any, his politics, his marital status, his friends, his women, boys, etc., drinking, dope, jobs, in fact all facets of his life...
...hillside bunker overlooking the Kustrin bridgehead, less than 38 miles from the stricken city, he rested both elbows on the concrete ledge and took a last look into the predawn darkness through his field glasses. Finally, he glanced at his watch and allowed a few more seconds to tick by before he said, "Now, comrades...