Word: half-dozen
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...Often he wastes time opening scenes with touches of realistic detail that can only serve to remind us of the artificiality of the entire venture. Only at the beginning of the second act does a quick sequence of vignettes suggest the texture of a complex, "historical" moment wherein a half-dozen events are existing almost simultaneously. The rest of the time we're all too aware of watching the lineal working out of a Plot...
...going to work. The appearance is misleading. He is Daniel K. Ludwig, the quiet billionaire who has built a shipping, real estate and financial empire that girdles the globe. At 73, Ludwig is worth between $2 billion and $3 billion, which makes him one of the world's half-dozen wealthiest men. Now there are signs that his huge empire may not long survive him in its current form...
...town of South Haven, Mich. At the time, he was nine years old. After raising the boat and working all winter on repairs, Ludwig chartered it for more than twice his investment. By the time he was 26, Ludwig had acquired an antique oil tanker, one of the first half-dozen ever built. The tanker business has brought him wealth, but it also nearly killed him. In 1926, he went below decks to rescue two sailors overcome by gasoline fumes. A flash explosion killed the sailors and hurled Ludwig 25 feet through the air, fusing three vertebrae in his back...
...film. ( Elvis: That's the Way It Is. ) At midpoint. That is to say, at the very heart of the matter: Elvis up there singing, singing. Love, love me do. When suddenly he begins to shrink. Say from 18 feet down to about three. The screen shatters into a half-dozen other, simultaneous, images. Up left, an exterior shot of Las Vegas' International Hotel. By day, a pretty dull affair, not to be compared with Caesar's or the Sands. But by night! ELVIS. In mile-high neon. As if the very stars had fallen from the desert...
...name summons up fond and durable memories: the gum-chewing philosopher of humor, the man of homely common sense that somehow added up to uncommon wisdom. Out of it he fashioned not one, but a half-dozen careers-rodeo bronco rider, walk-on humorist (before the phrase had even been invented), Ziegfeld Follies headliner, movie star, radio commentator, newspaper columnist -a one-man galaxy of talent. He lives again on the stage of Washington, D.C.'s Ford Theatre in a gifted recreation by James Whitmore in a show appropriately titled Will Rogers' U.S.A...