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...began. Two handsome young men, a thin, dark southpaw from California and a tall blond from Georgia were shipped to Moscow University, where the C.I.A. assimilated them. The sports pages noted briefly that "two fine young prospects" had been expelled from the amateur ranks for smoking pot at Forest Hills, tragically ending their fine careers...
...with the vacuum keeps the topknot topnotch. And many of Adrian's wiglets, unlike the French designs, go up and out in living color. Although "Les Plumes" fans out to three all-brunette coils, "Celestial Arc" works its spectral way from pale lavender on the top to ash blond at the lower level. "Flamingo" starts out peach-pink and ends up a deep gold. "It's what nature does," says Adrian. "Your trees, your flowers, your limbs, your leaves-everything's all light at the top and real dark at the bottom...
...feel when you kill a man?", Endore counterquestions, "What do you feel?"; and the cryptic answer establishes a bone-deep difference between the two men that totally belies a similarity of uniforms. John Saxon is excellent as the war lover, and Robert Redford digs beneath his own blond good looks to mine compellingly into the nature of goodness itself. While War Hunt is lean on frontline fighting, one head-punching artillery barrage that lasts perhaps three minutes of screen time stings with a combat reality few war movies achieve in hours...
...chief negotiators had more trouble with extremists in their own organizations than with each other. Chief spokesman for the S.A.O. was blond Jean-Jacques Susini, 28, former student leader and a longtime fascist ideologue. In one argument with another S.A.O. leader, ex-Colonel Yves Godard, who insisted on a die-hard policy. Susini pulled out a pistol and threatened to kill him, and then ordered Godard out of Algeria...
...shambled across the 18th green like a young grizzly bear, his pudgy face ruddy from the sun, his white cotton shirt soggy with sweat, his cream-colored cap perched precariously on the back of his close-cropped blond head. Tournament officials clustered anxiously on the apron while grey-uniformed state troopers strained to hold back the surging gallery; on all sides, TV cameras zeroed in to carry the scene to 9,000,000 home viewers across the nation. But Jack Nicklaus might have been alone on a practice green for all the emotion he displayed. Intently, impassively, he hunched over...