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...Egg Them On. A native of Newry in County Down, Lennon, 30, told the N.C.C.L. that he had been approached by two Scotland Yard detectives one day last April when he was leaving a London hospital where his wife was being treated for a brain tumor. The detectives knew about his wife's illness ("All the boys at the Yard are sympathetic," said one). They also knew that his sister Bernadette was active in politics in Newry, and showed him photos of a 1969 civil rights demonstration in Ulster during which Lennon had helped to throw metal crowd-control...
...drinking at a pub called The Foresters, where he met several Irish militants. "I was told to get in on everything they were up to," Lennon recalled. "I cannot remember the exact words [the detectives] used, but one of them said that I should egg them...
Tristana. "Sex without religion is like an egg without salt." Luis Bunuel--probably the most fanatical anti-cleric in the history of Iberian civilization--said that, with characteristic lucidity, of this his most lucid film. But it really is lucid: for once, there's no need to pardon this aging genius his obscure symbology or warped sense of humor or ideological obsessions, because Tristana is a beautifully integrated masterpiece. An aging gentleman (Fernando Rey) exploits a young and nunnish dependent (Catherine Deneuve) until she snatches the dominating role away from him, becoming perhaps the crueler tyrant. The story threads lightly...
ABOUT a hundred yards down the road, I knew Kenny only drove his motorcycle one speed. Since I had to hold on to the handgrip with one hand, that left only one hand to hold on to the eggs. There was not enough room to put the eggs completely behind Kenny, so one side stuck out into the breeze. When we reached fourth gear, the egg trays were fluttering so hard they began to make a loud roaring sound, almost like a siren. By fifth gear, I could tell the only thing making us go slower was the wind resistance...
Through another tunnel and into the light of Brooklyn, where the Ronzoni factory advertises its macaroni, spaghetti, and egg noodles. Tenement after tenement after tenement appear, endless duplicates of shambling brick, cracked windows, and beaten roofs. Behind, the buildings of Manhattan's East Side stand fiercely on the edge of the island, presenting a glittering metallic wall. A few blocks away, a teenage girl with red-painted finger nails picks up a laundry basket in the greasy kitchen of her small home. She turns down the light of the hamburgers crackling on the stove and goes out onto the back...