And the TV is bruck

She was like a Beardsley Salome, he had said. And indeed she had the narrow eyes and the high cheekbone of that creature, and as nearly the sinuosity as is compatible with human symmetry. His wooing had been brief but incisive.

He is making megabucks with his business venture.

Chandler commanded a spotlight at the far end of the stage at Picker’s Supply Concert Hall downtown last Friday night. There, he was loudly ranting about a commercial wasteland he called the “United States of Generica.”