[F]rom atop enormous snow banks they sang civil rights-era songs and waited for the speakers from inside to come outside to deliver their speeches via blowhorn.

She was a firm believer in mesmeric healing, from which she claimed to have benefited greatly, and she was also very much involved in the spiritualist experiments of those days […]

Am I not sung and proverbed for a fool / In every street, do they not say, How well / Are come upon him his deserts?

He recalls, and then surpasses, his visual diversions for 'Can't Buy Me Love' in A Hard Day's Night when he chop-cuts and angle-shoots his four principal comics during their rendiction of 'Everybody Ought to Have a Maid'