"It was like a dogma in a newly adopted religious creed: Sally adores Clive. It is a very solemn undertaking to adore a millionaire. Sally's features began to assume, with increasing frequency, the rapt expression of the theatrical nun"--Goodbye to Berlin
"You don't have much, Stroud, but you keep subtracting from it"--The Birdman of Alcatraz
At the memoir group yesterday afternoon, they were showing the movie version of M*A*S*H in the next room and we could hear the noise. (That scene where they drop the walls of Hotlips' shower tent with everyone watching is cruel, not funny!)
I've finished King Leopold's Ghost and now I'm reading Christopher Isherwood's Goodbye to Berlin for the Classic Book Club. The musical Cabaret is based on it, and I keep seeing Liza Minnelli and Michael York.
Tonight I saw John Frankenheimer's The Birdman of Alcatraz (for the second time) with the Movie Meetup group at the Eton House. That's the one with Burt Lancaster as a sociopathic convict redeemed by his study of birds. It's occurred to me that Robert Stroud was autistic! Such people sometimes have a way with animals. When I saw the panda movie on Saturday with fellow Aspie Bev, they showed a New Englander who specializes in reintroducing bears into the wild, and Bev thought that he was autistic too.
I'm now past Level 1800 in Candy Crush Saga!
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