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...rights and reality. The Wine of Paris presents a mad alcoholic, a most happy fella who thinks that other people are bottles of wine. With its cork-popping wit and full-bodied bouquet of pain, joy and wonder, Across Paris is vintage Ayme from a small but peerless literary vineyard...
...there remained only the rumors. Some said she plunged into the river and drifted toward Martha's Vineyard; others that she was cut down in a frisbee cross-fire and buried at the Business School. A few are known to whisper of a midnight motorcycle kidnap and a shotgun wedding over two steins at Nick's (that's South of here). But Portia Parsley is now a legend, murmured at midnight over English muffins in the Bick, and remembered sometimes at a Yard punch. She never returned to North Dakota...
When Alba Guidotti added three strokes of the bell to her ringing of the Angelus in her uncle's church, her sweetheart, Rinaldo. knew that she would slip out that night and wait for him in the vineyard. They were very happy, but when at last it came time to talk of marriage, Alba's father said no-again and again. He was just about to give his consent, he says now, when Rinaldo was drafted into Italy's World War II army and sent to Greece...
...Journalism's technological progress has bred too much sameness and mediocrity, according to Editor Henry Beetle Hough of Massachusetts' weekly Vineyard Gazette (circ. 4,993). Examples: "If the same standards that apply to local newspaper writing on the score of interest, concision and carrying its own weight generally were to be applied to some of the syndicated columns of random comment and discourse, the columns would be thrown out of the paper ... As for the editorial pages of the daily newspapers, it is easy to imagine that the visitor from Mars would at once assume they could...
With the aid of huge flares, 30 parachutists made a night descent on Omodhos, a shiny white vineyard village of small, neat houses and narrow cobblestoned streets. Nothing looked more innocent. In the cottage of the village constable the parachute lieutenant walked in on a family scene: before a blazing fire the constable was helping a child with his homework while his wife tended a baby in a cradle. Another child crawled on the floor, and a grandmother was setting the table. But the lieutenant noticed that the fire had only just been lit. Kicking it apart, he found that...