Word: walke
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...that the kind of people Detective Inspector Candlish has had his experience with are pretty crude operators. Nor is his information entirely correct. A stall is not a "runner"-whatever that is supposed to be-a stall is an extremely skilled kinetic psychologist who knows exactly how to walk alongside or in front of the "mark" (victim) so that he is forced to slow down or turn aside, right into the wire. This is called "framing the mark," and brushing against the mark is pretty crude-it can result in unpleasant attention...
...have to end. Maybe we should create the campus equivalent of perpetual revolution, a third act to "Marat/Sade" as it were. My own guess is that even the most devoted romantic found the past two weeks taxing, even boring. You get nervous, you can't be alone when you walk the streets, you hear someone mention "confrontation" or "sincerity" and you want to put your hands on your ears and run and run and run. I believe it was George Orwell who said that the problem with socialism is that it takes up too many weekday nights. Well, the problem...
...hotel itself is strictly guarded. Its entrance is from a driveway which runs perpendicular to the street, and the gendarmes have it well blocked with fences and guards. If you walk along the hotel side of the street, the gendarmes make you cross to the other side as you near the hotel...
...fellas, how about a drink?" beams the trailer's "landlady," Beverly Richards, as a group of strangers walk in. While she pours the liquor, four scantily clad girls appear. "Make a selection, fellas," booms Beverly. Cottontail Ranch is simply one of the newer twists in the oldest profession: a fly-in brothel...
Depending on his mood or that of the audience, Tree is apt to walk down an aisle, rhythmically striking a gong or gently shaking a pair of copper baby rattles from Japan. Onstage, he may build a sonorous tremolo of several gongs, mixing in a tinkling of glass chimes or a booming thunderclap of timpani. At times he pauses, changes mood, and elicits long, random notes from a homemade North African-style flute or dramatically raises a six-foot Tibetan temple horn and blows a resounding blast. The concert is over when Tree feels it should end, sometimes after...