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...place did the strip seem amid the sparsely settled cattle ranches and banana plantations that Guatemalans have been whispering about it for months. Could it be the base for a cooperative U.S.-Guatemalan-Cuban-exile airborne military operation against Fidel Castro? Fortnight ago, poking around the country. Los Angeles Mirror Aviation Editor Don Dwiggins heard about the strip and broke a story reporting that it had been built with U.S. funds in a mysterious "crash" program and was capable of handling jet fighters...
...stands between them and the jeweler's safe. Spfluroosh! A jet of water jumps out of the wall-they managed to hit a pipe. And so on to the climax, which comes in one of the grandest and goofiest sight gags since Stan Laurel looked into a bathroom mirror, saw a gorilla, decided that he must need a shave...
...bathed in sunlight, they do not attempt to dissect each ray, or aim at capturing the fleeting moment as Monet's do. Berthe painted a world of beaches, picnics, race tracks and canals, of elegant ladies starting off to the theater and of young girls preening before the mirror. She feared that the impressionist obsession with light might be carried too far at the expense of form and harmony. The men who ate at her table sometimes chided her for her lack of adventure, but her nephew by marriage. Poet Paul Valéry, understood her better...
...book is somehow merely slick or shallowly cynical. Nabokov's gift for the vivid image is already sparkling, but his characters slip into caricatures. A tendency the later Nabokov has largely suppressed, of confusing imagination with prestidigitation, gets the better of him here, and the deftly manipulated mirror he holds up to nature reflects not life but simply more mirrors...
...Exuberance. In reaction to the gentle, polite, French-doors-and-tennis-rackets comedy that has long been the West End's mirror of English life, Joan Littlewood likes to fill her theater with the smell of cold porridge and soft coal. her stage with people of small means and great imagination. She likes her characters to rub hips with spivs, tarts, pansies and drunks, in whose vernacular a whore is a brass and a pimp is a ponce (one song in Fings Ain't What They Used to Be is called The Student Ponce). But while a Tennessee...