Word: feasts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Stone. Then he added, "I don't want to spoil the idea his fans might have." Joe, a lecturer in the philosophy and psychology of physical education at London University, was visiting the U.S., unaware that Mick was already changing his image. In London, he threw a Lucullan feast on his 30th birthday for some 200 friends, including Debbie Reynolds, Britt Eklund and Peter Townshend of The Who, and sported a new and different look: short back and sides hairdo and a zoot suit. Does this portend a new career? Journalist Tony Scaduto's recent biography, Mick Jagger...
...inability to preserve fish meant either feast or famine. Days of intense heat alternated with days of rain-soaked chill. Storms repeatedly swamped the dinghy. Spirits soared-and fell-as seven ships maddeningly passed within one or two miles without sighting the Baileys. Future transoceanic yachtspersons who think that waving a shirt attracts nautical attention will be sobered by the Baileys' experience. Sharks kept bumping the bottom of the raft, whether in hopes of turning it over or simply scratching their backs the Baileys could never decide...
Lunchtime came; it was more like a funeral than a wedding feast. Well, maybe that's going too far: it wasn't so much like a funeral as it was like a meal served at the bedside of a critically ill patient. Afterward, Eisenhower suggested we go back to Washington by car. If we'd both been more satisfied with the outcome of our talks, it might have been a pleasant drive. But we weren't and it wasn't. I asked some questions just to be polite, and he answered with a few words...
...laundry bag full of grass from the farm somewhere around. Three or four joints were always circling among fifteen people, so one passed every five seconds. There was potato salad, lasagna, big loaves of bread, a huge salad, cases of beer, coca-cola, and other things proper to a feast. More people stopped...
...Romping. Lester's film has all this and more-sophisticated satire, opulent costumes, crashing swordplay, and a feast of historical fact-noblemen sniff clove-studded oranges as they walk through grimily Hogarthian streets; the King plays chess on a lawn-drawn board, with the palace dogs his four-footed chess pieces. Within this lovingly recreated world, Lester's musketeers are off and romping through an audacious barrage of pratfalls, sight gags, tottering demises and improbable acrobatics reminiscent of silent comedies...