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Anne Marie Louise d'Orleans, Duchess of Montpensier, Chatellerault and St. Fargeau, Sovereign of Dombes, Princess of Joinville and Laroche-sur-Yon. Dauphine of Auvergne, and Fille de France, was something of a royal office joke. But since the office was the 17th century French court-Louis XIII was her uncle, Louis XIV her first cousin-the lady left footnotes in the sands of time. Biographer V. (for Victoria Mary) Sackville-West, 67, has written a witty, informal, entertaining book about the bedeviled woman who was known not by her titles, but with simple Bourbon haughtiness as plain Mademoiselle...
DAVID S. KEN YON...
...Side, with a bar around the corner on Lexington. Like Holly, she is an avid amateur folk singer with many theatrical and offbeat friends. Like Holly, Bonnie says: "I just love cats. The cat thing corresponds, and all the hair-washing and a lot of little things hither and yon." One bit of Hollyana to which Bonnie makes no claim: "I've never, absolutely never, had a Lesbian roommate...
Mornings are difficult--what with people surging hither and yon in their daily occupations, the assaults of the shoe-shine boys, the little league, the baby carriage brigade and the woman shoppers; the subterranean rumble of the subway, the distant cacophony of bells, the mingled shouts of children and clash of pin-ball machines. Saddened (perhaps by the morning's news or the "No Loitering" sign), Harold sometimes sits at the corner table by the window and counts green book bags passing by or reads Kafka or sublimates with secretaries on their way to work...
Mornings are difficult--what with people surging hither and yon in their daily occupations, the assaults of the shoe-shine boys, the little league, the baby carriage brigade and the woman shoppers; the subterranean rumble of the subway, the distant cacophony of bells, the mingled shouts of children and clash of pin-ball machines. Saddened (perhaps by the morning's news or the "No Loitering" sign), Harold sometimes sits at the corner table by the window and counts green book bags passing by or reads Kafka or sublimates with secretaries on their way to work...