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...Author C. Northcote Parkinson [June 14] should be flogged around the fleet for suggesting that Hornblower was responsible for the timely death of H.M.S. Renown's dread Captain Sawyer. Any Hornblower student worth his salt pork knows that the most likely author of Sawyer's assist down the hatchway was Henry Wellard. Wellard is known to have suffered repeatedly under Sawyer's sadistic paranoia, and was described as "highly agitated" on the night of the incident. The testimony of the Marine corporal, Greenwood, places Wellard with Hornblower near the hatchway, and both Marine Captain Whiting and Lieut...
...otis and manson and lieutenant calley, not to mention spiro agnew and the flowering of bread and roses. some of it is pretty funny, I'll grant you that, and some of it is even sweet, in the way only you can be sweet, (like sweet and sour pork or a marguerita) but in all honesty most of it is pretty tiresome. maybe it makes about as much sense as the rest of our lives over the last six years but maybe it makes less sense less well. it gets tiresome always to be in your dreams, dylan, and never...
...Richard Nixon's Washington, John Connally is a throwback to the Lyndonesque. He chews the last bit of meat off his pork chops with both elbows on the table and sometimes speaks in the earthy parables of L.B.J.'s Pedernales folklore. Observing the shrewd, assertive style that Connally brought to Washington as Secretary of the Treasury, Alabama's Congressman George Andrews breathed a sigh of déjà vu: "You look very much like an arm twister. In fact, somebody said you look almost like his twin brother." Says Connally with an innocent smile...
...foremost bass fishermen, Sam unpacked armfuls of monogrammed rods and gleaming reels, a stack of Bassmaster magazines and a tackle box as big as a footlocker. Unfolding like a Chinese puzzle, the box was crammed with all kinds of hardware, first-aid supplies, rod cement, hooks, hook sharpener, pork rinds, floaters, stringer, sinkers and shelf upon shelf of popeyed flies, silver spoons, plastic worms, rubber frogs and fake snakes. "You forgot your harpoon," said John...
Just One More. Two days later, when I pulled Anglin' Sam out of bed at 5 a.m., he remarked that I had a funny glazed look. "Bass on the brain," he called it. The odd smell in the air-a combination of pork rind, outboard motor oil, anise and fish scales-he called "essence of largemouth." That afternoon, while twitching purple-plastic worms off the bottom, I had a strike that seemed to turn the boat around. When I set the hook, it felt like there was an anvil on the other end. Diving and circling the boat...