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...Young Negroes in Bermudas and sawed-off jeans, women in simple dresses, are grouped around him on threadbare chairs. While one of the writers reads from his latest work, or Schulberg lectures on the mechanics of publishing, a stranger may enter the room to bang away at the scarred upright piano...
...where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country's planted thick with laws from coast to coast--man's laws, not God's--and if you cut them down--and you're just the man to do it--d'you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? Yes. I'd give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety's sake...
...move, fellows," implored the President. "Please don't." Many wounded servicemen struggled nonetheless to sit upright as Johnson walked through the door of Walter Reed Hospital's Ward 34. "I just want to tell you how much your country thinks of you," he called out. "How proud your country is of you. How grateful your country...
...their first child, Eva.* That started Rubinstein thinking about the future. Says he: "I didn't want people telling my child after I died, 'What a pianist your father might have been!' " In 1934, he took his family to a mountain cottage in southeastern France, rented an old upright piano and set it up in a nearby stable. Often playing by candlelight, Rubinstein labored for three months, working as much as nine hours a day, polishing his technique and repertory. The discipline took. Into his fingers he poured his long-suffocated musical genius; it began to open like a long...
...past curses Gareth: it holds memories of a girl who loved him and whom he loved, but he could not get his peasant soul to stand upright and ask for her hand from her senator father, and she married someone else. Gareth's present, equally hard to stomach, is his own storekeeper father, for whom he works rather like an indentured servant. "Old Screwballs," as Gareth refers to him, is clench-lipped, word-shy, and sclerotically set in his ways. An evening with him is an unaltering ritual of despair: one cup of tea (never two), a game...