Archive for June 6, 2020

Pg. 17 #6

Posted in FILM with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 6, 2020 by dcairns

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Shouts of “Shut the dampers!” and then “Draw the fires!” came from somewhere. Fireman George Beauchamp worked at fever pitch as the sea flooded in from the bunker door and up through the floor plates. In five minutes it was waist deep — black and slick with grease from the machinery. The air was heavy with steam. Fireman Beauchamp never did see who shouted the welcome words, “That will do!” He was too relieved to care as he scurried up the ladder for the last time.

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On the way up, however, distinction without flamboyance should be your credo. And don’t be trapped by your own desire to follow the crowd by wearing the last scream of fashion. Subdue that urge to buy what merchants call a ‘hot number.’ This is the dress or suit that is copied in every price level and winds up in the closet of every third girl in the office.

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Then you drive over to Suspension Bridge, and divide your misery between the chances of smashing down two hundred feet into the river below, and the chances of having the railway-train overhead smashing down onto you. Either possibility is discomforting taken by itself, but, mixed together, they amount in the aggregate to positive unhappiness.

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“Hey,” came a voice from the door of his office, “you look like a bear caught with his nose in a beehive.”

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“Enh.” Johnny waded in again, but the tangle was no fun. The Judas fought with a strange unsureness, like a man who is off his feed. When Johnny closed in on him he clawed frantically, baring sharp teeth like a cornered rabbit. Disgusted, Johnny flung him in a corner.

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“If that,” he said triumphantly, “is not cast porcelain I will extract all my own teeth without an anaesthetic and swallow them. What do you say, Benton?”

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‘Now,’ he said, when I was seated, ‘my great day is at hand! And with a smile that freed and relaxed all the long-frozen wrinkles on his face, he declared proudly, ‘I was fired last night.’

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Selections from the page seventeens from seven books found randomly at my bedside.

A Night to Remember, by Walter Lord; A Day at Niagara, from The Complete Short Stories of Mark Twain; How to Dress for Success, by Edith Head with Joe Hyams; The Minds of Billy Milligan, by Daniel Keyes; Judas Bomb, by Kit Reed, from the collection Best S/F Six, edited by Edmund Crispin; In the Teeth of the Evidence, by Dorothy L. Sayers; The Day of the Dragon, by Guy Endore, from the collection Alfred Hitchcock’s Monster Museum.

I was excited to re-acquire the Monster Museum, a book I owned as a kid but never read. Somehow I was disappointed that the pages weren’t as crammed with monster as the front cover. Odd, because there is a genuine monster in every tale, no metaphorical cop-outs. The Guy Endore one is about DRAGONS!