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...door opened, slammed again, and before them stood their third roommate, Shapiro. Shapiro was wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, a denim jacket and top hat. He walked over to Bell, grabbed a handful of speed, threw it down, and said, "Ah glorious speed. Ah the glory of Merle. When you're running down my country boy you're fucking with the fightin' side of me. Haggard is the quintessential philosopher of our times. He has much more to say to me than Hegel. He celebrates the virtues of rural life, of homosexuality in prisons, of staying off welfare...
...Bizarre Defense. In a Chicago case, a burglary suspect stood at the counsel table, stared at the empty witness box and carefully asked a question. Then he darted to the witness chair, buttoned his jacket and waited for spectator giggles to subside before answering. Rushing back to the table, the man inquired of himself, "Where were you on the night in question?" After scurrying back to the dock, he replied, "Could you please repeat the question?" Unamused, the jury convicted him after deliberating all of two minutes...
...familiar Roman collar had been pulled off and hung up with the black jacket. It was well past midnight and Father Hesburgh was still working through the piles of mail in his old, highceilinged office. He routinely stays up until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning...
Carter takes off his suit jacket and dons the zippered gray cardigan he keeps handy in a small closet. A fire is blazing in the fireplace. As he settles behind his desk and sips his morning coffee, he comments on the beauty of the White House and its grounds, the blooming tulips and crabapple trees. A couple of evenings before, he says, he had picked a branch of crabapple blossoms for Rosalynn...
...George B. Field, director of the Center, says instead that the work is "a manifestation of that inquisitive, aesthetic, adventurous side of the human spirit." Below Field's office a grey-haired adventurer wanders distractedly through the Center's library, his untucked white shirt sticking out below his suit jacket. He clutches a protractor in one hand as though he has forgotten it is there, and his mind seems to be somewhere among the stars he is studying. The library where he ponders has no formal checkout desk. No librarians remind borrowers to fill out checkout slips, which simply admonish...