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Outdoor Relief. Would-be diplomats were also required to have private incomes until 1919, which inevitably attracted the upper crust and its eccentric fringe. One senior official in Victorian times regularly brought his big, black Newfoundland bitch, Pam, to the office, where she startled visitors by leaping onto their shoulders and removing their hats. An air of amiable amateurishness is carefully cultivated in Britain's public schools, and often seems to pervade its diplomacy. On the eve of World War II, Foreign Secretary Lord Halifax drawled: "I distrust anyone who foresees consequences and advocates remedies to avert them...
...cameras whirred. Live TV cameras watched the action and flashed the scene instantaneously across the nation's television sets. Precisely twelve seconds after Oswald appeared, Ruby ducked out from his position among the newsmen. A detective saw him, recognized him. "Jack!" he cried. "You crazy son of a bitch!" As the cop spoke, Ruby pointed his .38-cal. revolver at Oswald and fired one shot. Oswald died 100 minutes later at Parkland General Hospital...
...leading lady quit in a fury, and her complaint was her costar. "If I told you some of the things that son of a bitch has done to me," said Elaine Stritch, "you wouldn't believe it. This play has been the most horrible experience of my life." The play was The Time of the Barracudas, which abruptly closed its pre-Broadway run in Los Angeles and was packed away in salt hay for extensive overhaul. The co-star was Laurence Harvey...
Blurred Nature. Gossipy as a hen, he makes cutting remarks about people who pass the table and then hails them aloud, saying, "You absolutely sweet and adorable man," or "Hello, you sweet son of a bitch." He mimics people with devastating and quite humorous precision. More often, however, he carps; and Harvey is really a phi beta carper...
...conditioned, flood-and earthquake-proof. Smith moodily lurks there from time to time. The ghosts are of the contemporary autobiographical kind-Smith's own spectral guilty memories acquired in a posh Jesuit prep school. The furies are represented by the Press. Evil is represented by the abandoned power-bitch wife whose cold heart can never be touched by the grace of love, but there are others to offer it in all its forms...