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...your story on the Book of Common Prayer [Dec. 31], you credit modern scholars with "drab, bureaucratic writing" that renders the 23rd Psalm: "The Lord is my shepherd: therefore can I lack nothing." The "blame" lies not with T. S. Eliot et al. but with Bishop Miles Coverdale, who wrote the psalm that way in his "Great Bible" of 1539. When Archbishop Cranmer drafted the first Prayer Book in 1549, he used Coverdale's version of the Psalter; that version is still used in British and American Prayer Books. The King James Bible, of course, was not issued until...
Pickled okra. Spinach soufflé. Double divinity. Et, mon Dieu, ze bar-bé-cue! Escoffier would have turned in his grave. Last week White House Chef René Verdon, who is only mortal, turned in his apron instead...
...hand behind the A.C.M.P., operates the organization out of her Manhattan apartment. The A.C.M.P. directory includes a large number of noted doctors, professors and diplomats, but the only distinctions A.C.M.P. members care about are their musical rankings: from Pro for professional and A for excellent down to D for "et cetera," which, says Secretary Rice (violin-B) "is a delicate way of saying bad." Each member rates himself according to a detailed questionnaire...
Long ago, De Gaulle, who has done so much for France, snapped: "When I want to know what France thinks, I ask myself." Even if he should win on Dec. 19, he found out on Dec. 5 that France has begun to think for itself. The distinction between letat et lui has been drawn, and it is not likely to be forgotten...
After the weekly Cabinet meeting, French Premier Georges Pompidou, 54, took over as le boss of the new Haul Comité pour la Défense et l'Expansion de la Langue Française, formed to ferret out all the linguistic "degradation and corruption" of franglais in the land where tons les types enjoy le shopping at le drugstore, having a whisky-soda or gin and tonic served by le barman while they watch the playboys with sex appeal in smokings (tuxes) stroll by on their way to le dancing or le striptease. Ah, M. Pompidou...