Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...golden day early in 1952, wearing shorts, sandals and a blue T-shirt, Ian Fleming sat down before a portable typewriter in a beach house on the Caribbean island of Jamaica. "The scent and smoke and sweat of a Casino are nauseating at three in the morning," he wrote. "James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired...
Tossed in amidst sprouting red volcanoes, traffic lights, an orchestra, lightning, tricolored smoke, tankers, sail boats and quiet pastoral scenes stand 110 greats of the history of science. To make things less bewildering for the literate, Dufy labeled the figures. Originally he painted all of them - Archimedes, who once ran naked through the streets of Syracuse, Thales, Aristotle, Leonardo, Bacon, Galileo, Faraday, Pascal, Morse, Edison, Bell, Helmholtz-in the nude. Then he had extras from the Comédie Franchise model period costumes while be dressed up his pantheon...
...last week a packed audience at San Francisco's Jazz Workshop listened raptly as slim, meek Astrud Gilberto, 24, stood before a microphone and sang The Girl from Ipanema, in a voice so soft and introverted that it barely cut the smoke. Behind her, Stan Getz wove wispy filigrees on his tenor sax to produce the most infectious "new sound" around-the bossa nova nova...
Last week he was at Seattle University, wreathed in a cloud of Salem smoke, sitting at a desk littered with matchbooks, letters and Agatha Christie novels. He would rather have been in Southern California. But the arch-conservative Archbishop of Los Angeles, James Francis Cardinal Mclntyre, banned the liberal Roberts from lecturing there. Roberts took it philosophically: "Cardinal Mclntyre is in charge and is entitled to his own views as to what is expedient and what...
...boundary where bohemianism shades into crime and insanity. Its heroes were heroin addicts, its dialogue had the tape-recorder hiss of genuine desperation, and the result was a 32-month run off-Broadway. Gelber's first novel seemingly starts off to make that same scene. Marijuana smoke curls up from the pages; the characters are mostly Greenwich Village idiots. But though the chief idiot, Manny Fells, has lowered himself by his own bootstraps into the right kind of roach-ridden Manhattan loft studio, he is neither junkie nor jazzman but a 26-year-old adolescent with tired blood. Hunger...