Word: unshavenness
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Lonborg sits in the front seat, not looking, not speaking--the fallen hero still stunned. "You're great, Lonborg," the drunk screams, and the crowd presses forward for a glimpse of the familiar unshaven face. The gates open once again, and the gold Cadillac convertible squeals away into the night...
...less grim was Cairo, which seemed seized at once by confusion, hysteria and dismay. Unshaven soldiers guarded major intersections and the Nile bridges. Walls were still plastered with tattered victory posters depicting the Egyptian eagle pouncing on the viper of Israel. For no apparent reason, there was a half-hour air-raid alarm during the lunch hour one day. Newsstands hawked such paperbacks as The Defense of Towns and Hoitse-to-House Fighting. The government warned that watches, cigarette packs and fountain pens found in the streets were probably booby traps dropped by Israeli planes. Only one of the city...
Whether King Hussein in Jordan and the Baathist regime in Syria can do as well in the wake of disaster remains to be seen. Hussein, unshaven and haggard in battle dress after three days without sleep, made his own public reckoning. But it was the plain speaking of a candid and courageous man. Israel had won "with overwhelming strength," he said, adding, his eyes glistening, "I hope people all over the world will recognize the efforts this country made to defend its soil...
Already, in place of Ian Fleming, we have John le Carre, and outgrowths thereof. The drab, coarse, hand-to-mouth existence led by unshaven forty-pounds-a-month British counter-intelligence persons appears to have awakened yet another romantic streak in the masses. The first of the new breed was Martin Ritt's deliberately ugly adaptation of Spy Who Came in from the Cold; there followed The Ipcress File (which might be termed a transitional product), and now The Deadly A flair, The Quiller Memorandum, and Funeral in Berlin...
...realist. "He knows," says the narrator (Burgess Meredith), "that God is dead, that innocence is a fraud and guilt a disease, happiness a myth and despair a pose. And that vice is no more interesting than virtue." Henry works as a termite exterminator and looks like a large unshaven blur. Lorabelle (Ina Mela) is an idealist. "She believes in everything. In Providence and butterflies, romance and statuary." She plays all day long, sniffing flowers and feeding ducks, and looks like the dew on the wings of a wish...