Word: toasts
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...Porter in a room full of people,/ He stopped and picked her up below the thighs/ And raised her to the ceiling like a drink,/ And held her straight in the slack-jawed smoke-blue air/ Two minutes, five minutes, seven minutes,/ While everybody wondered what it meant/ To toast the lady with her own body/ Or to hold her to the light like a plucked flower." Yet nothing-not her hectic love life, or a screenwriting stint in Hollywood at the end of World War II, or a subcareer as visiting professor at Stanford-quite explains the paucity...
...split personality": he was "alternatively boastful and insecure, belligerent and mellow." Former West German Chancellor Willy Brandt thought that Brezhnev was "quasi-Mediterranean in his movements when he warmed to a conversation." Unquestionably, he had a zest for life. Until illness intervened, he smoked incessantly and drank vodka toast after vodka toast without showing so much as a sign of weakness. Richard Nixon was impressed, unfavorably, by Brezhnev's love of dirty jokes and his earthy humor, characteristics that Brezhnev shared with Khrushchev...
...weeks ago, the veterans of Dwight Eisenhower's Administration gathered to toast the general's 92nd birthday and the 30th anniversary of his election as President. Even some of those who had been closest to Ike were surprised to hear a former Harvard professor, William B. Ewald, report that Eisenhower had come from oblivion to ninth place on the list of great Presidents compiled by historians. "The more I think about it," said Roemer McPhee, who was a young lawyer in Ike's White House, "the more I believe that President Eisenhower's indispensable attribute...
...throws a couple of bagels on the grill. Things are busy for him, even at this hour. A thin man with a bad crossbite is drinking black coffee and waiting for a blueberry muffin, another guy with a German accent is hunched over a plate of fried eggs and toast, and a third customer is sipping at a lime rickey and watching his raw hamburger patty start to smolder. That's close to capacity for The Tasty--only three or four stools around the tiny counter are empty. But that Kennedy St. counter, sandwiched between Varsity Liquor and the Wursthaus...
...German man has finished his last piece of toast, and he looks over at the other two customers. They are starting straight ahead. He eyes the counterman, who is back on the pay phone--"It's four in the morning, we can't deliver to Brookline," he is saying. "Yeah, we got salads." The German man puts on his raincoat and scurries out the door. "Hey!" the counterman yells, letting the phone drop and dangle above the ground. He dashes out onto the street, still yelling, and disappears...