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been telling his tale, we were startled
to
see he was in handcuffs. We
gasped as the policemen led him away.
"No! No! Run, mister! Mister, you won! Pear Shape! Help him
to
escape!"
We stayed in our seats when the li ghts came up. Barrie wouldn't stop
sobbing. "Wi ll they put him in jail? Poor mister! Why are they so mean
to him? It's not fair! Not fair!"
"It's just the production code, Bartie." Stanley wiped my brother's
tears with his thumbs. "I agree with you. It's stupid. It's not like true life.
Movies are never like life. The rule is crime doesn't pay."
STANLEY DROVE
US
ALL THE WAY
to
Santa Monica Pier and treated us
to
dinner at Jack's At the Beach. The sun was long down by the time we
got home; but there was stil l a crowd at San Remo Drive. I ran up
to
my room. Barrie retreated to his. ll ay on the bed for a time. Mary came
in. She said, "You want
to
remember something. Miss Lotte, she sure
loved Mister Norman.
In
front of a ll those peoples she jumped right into
the grave."
Then she went out, closing the door behind her. But she could not shut
out the sounds from the gathering below: the occasional laughter, the
murmur of voices, and the tinkle of notes that rose from the baby grand.
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PARTISAN REVIEW:
A Memorial Issue for
William Phillips
with contributions by:
Morris Dickstein, Joseph Frank, Helen
Frankenthaler, Allen Kurzweil, Walter
Laqueur, Doris Lessing, Steven Marcus, Jules
Olitski, Cynthia Ozick, Norman Podhoretz,
Joanna Rose, John Silber, Roger Straus,
Rosanna Warren, and many others.
