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Roland fought the kind of war for which the French Maquis were famed in World War II. Members of the Protestant resistance were known as camisards-probably from the white nightshirts (camisia) that they wore at night so they could identify one another in the dark. The nightshirts made them look like butterflies and gave them another nickname: parpaillot, from the word for butterfly (papillon...
...oldtimers on Prout's Neck still remember their famous neighbor. They tell of how he raised pink carnations behind his studio, and how, when it was hot, he wore a wet sponge on his head out of a morbid fear of sunstroke. He would slash away with his cane at clumps of elderberries, because he considered the elderberry "weak." His great passion was the sea, which he painted, not as something seen through a dream as did the more mystical Albert Ryder, but as man's restless, churning, ever-changing challenge...
...Angel Wore Red (Titanus-Specta-tor; MGM) is a turbid Kleenex-sopper about an unfrocked priest (Dirk Bogarde) and a cabaret girl (Ava Gardner) who is frocked, but just barely. Bogarde and Gardner fall into intimate clutch during one of the first air raids of the Spanish Civil War. That very morning Bogarde had left the church because its hierarchy sympathized with Francisco Franco's rebels. But after the raid, in the kind of irony that cuts like a rubber dagger, he is hunted down by a mob of enraged Loyalists who have convinced themselves that the city...
Williams formed a company, drilled some 30 wells. For a time things appeared to go swimmingly. Paying himself $500 a week out of the oil funds ("We would draw money against anticipated profits"), he wore frilly white shirts and banker's grey suits, drove a company-owned Buick, and bought a $67,500 house in a fashionable suburb. In the living room, he hung a portrait of Robert E. Lee and one of himself posed dramatically in front of a towering oil derrick. But the derrick was about as near to gushers as he got. Oil dribbled...
Father Bowles finds the troubler of his peace in Catherine Knott, "a researcher for a national news magazine," whose religiosity is so intense that "even on the hottest August days when she wore a sleeveless dress, or a thin frock, she looked like a formally attired Girl Scout." Although she seems to bear a sign, "Catholic virgin at work. Do not disturb," Father Bowles fails to heed the warning. He accepts a winter rendezvous in a secluded park corner, and when Catherine slips to her knees in the snow, Father Bowles kisses her. Like a badge of shame her lipstick...