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...show for the millions he's earned . . . he lives in that dream world of his, with people like . . . the Sidney woman telling him how great he is." The solution: Ad became one of Hollywood's top agents, a status she solidified one afternoon on the casting couch of the mightiest mogul of them all, Louis B. Mayer. She paid Budd 25? and up for every certified classic he read as a kid, and he acted out her cultural aspirations. But he seems to have vaguely disliked her meddling ways, just as he seems to have vaguely liked...
...Enigma of Felix Frankfurter attempts a full-scale analysis of this outsize paradox of a man. Author H.N. Hirsch, a Harvard government professor, is to be congratulated on his audacity as well as his scholarship. Psychobiography is a risky undertaking; putting a Supreme Court Justice on the couch is downright breathtaking...
...Houston office. Their fortunes will depend on the skills they bring. Lyle Cousins, 39, a truck driver from Goodrich, Mich., had no problem. "I came to Houston on a Friday, got my Texas driver's license on Monday and started work on Tuesday," says Cousins, whose living-room couch has been occupied ever since by friends and relatives in town to find...
...open in the private mental health clinic of Dr. Prentice (Alexander Pearson), who, as the lights go up, is interviewing an ingenue, Geraldine Barclay (Melissa Franklin), for a secretarial post. Under the pretext of determining her suitability for the job, the good doctor has Miss Barclay undress on a couch hidden behind a conveniently placed curtain. Enter Mrs. Prentice (Alexandra Phillips) at this most unpropitious time. While Dr. Prentice silently implores Miss Barclay to remain still behind the curtain, the couple launch into an epic shouting match, centered mostly on each other's sexual deficiencies...
...wanted to hand it in to her adviser by early morning. Stuart agreed, but when he returned two hours later, the chapter was still in the typewriter. Dawn was breaking by the time she finished writing and revising, and Stuart was curled up on her couch. Heather nudged him, but he was in a deep sleep and only groaned and turned his head. She covered him with a quilt and walked to Littauer by herself. In the Yard an old woman was feeding bread crusts to the pigeons and a long jogger was blowing steam into the air. Heather picked...