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...novel, a core sampling from that vein of irrational hostility that separates servants from masters, haves from havenots, Britain's John Fowles explored the miasmal psychology of an impotent, whey-faced nonentity named Clegg. A municipal clerk whose warped dreams brutally but clearly mock the aspirations of the newly affluent New People of the English working class, Clegg collects butterflies in his off-hours until he wins $200,000 in the football pool and can suddenly indulge his wildest fancies. He buys a remote country house, converts its vaulted cellar into a more or less gilded cage, and kidnaps...
...liver was washed free of its own blood, cooled down to 54° F., and injected with antibiotics to kill any bacteria that might be present. Tubes were inserted in one of the patient's main arteries and one of his large veins; his own heart served as the pump to send his blood into the pig's liver. From there, the blood went back into the patient's vein after being rewarmed along the way to a normal...
...Swedish girl and then have the whole family turn Jewish?" quipped Sammy, setting the tone for the 30th annual Father of the Year rites in Manhattan. And Robert M. Hutchins, 66, dubbed 1965 Father of the Year for his lifelong devotion to education, carried right on in the same vein. Accepting a standing ovation from the 1,200 guests, he thought he heard "derisive laughter in the background from my kids, saying 'What-that egocentric, vain, busy man who never has any time for us-he's Father of the Year?' ' Then how come he received...
Simon finds that admonition difficult to heed, though he clearly broods over the hostility he brings out in others. "My hostilities are usually showing," he says, in the vein of introspection of which he is so fond. "But I do get rid of my anger very rapidly. Some people are born with peace of mind. I was not. In the Dostoevskian sense, I am the suffering man; I know this about myself. And I know now that working my way out of it is a very gratifying experience. I have gone through a process of reconciliation with myself...
...first skit, "Hungry in the Park," begins in the Chaplin vein, a hungry loafer trying to con a meal off passersby. When his begging proves unsuccessful, the tramp discovers how surprisingly delicious his fingernail tastes, and then eagerly dines on the fingers of his left hand. But before desert, the men in the white coats drag the tramp away, which is not funny...