read a line, my baby, you could show them. Just remember Paul Newman and Rachel, Rachel and don’t be so hysterical.
She still looked doubtful. "Well, about this technical stuff," she worried. Drunk or sober, Thompson was the best director in the business. She wanted his advice. "For instance," he asked her.For almost an hour she probed to the barricades of minutiae. The data were easily found in tests, but reading tended to fray her patience. Instead; she read people. Naturally inquisitive, she juiced them; wrung them out. But books were unwringable. Books were glib. They said "therefore" and "clearly" when it wasn't clear at all, and their circumlocutions could never be challenged. They could never be stopped for a shrewdly disarming, "Hold it, I'm dumb. Could I have that again?" They could never be pinned; made to wriggle; dissected. Books were like Karl.
"Darling, all you really need is a brilliant cutter," the director cackled, rounding it off. "I mean someone who really knows his doors."
He'd grown charming and bubbly, and seemed to have passed the threatened danger point.
She still looked doubtful. "Well, about this technical stuff," she worried. Drunk or sober, Thompson was the best director in the business. She wanted his advice. "For instance," he asked her.For almost an hour she probed to the barricades of minutiae. The data were easily found in tests, but reading tended to fray her patience. Instead; she read people. Naturally inquisitive, she juiced them; wrung them out. But books were unwringable. Books were glib. They said "therefore" and "clearly" when it wasn't clear at all, and their circumlocutions could never be challenged. They could never be stopped for a shrewdly disarming, "Hold it, I'm dumb. Could I have that again?" They could never be pinned; made to wriggle; dissected. Books were like Karl.
"Darling, all you really need is a brilliant cutter," the director cackled, rounding it off. "I mean someone who really knows his doors."
He'd grown charming and bubbly, and seemed to have passed the threatened danger point.
"Beg pardon, madam. You wish something?"Karl stood attentively at the door to the study.
"Oh, hullo, Thorndike," Thompson giggled. "Or is it Heinrich? I can't keep it straight."
"It is Karl."
"Yes, of course it is. Damn. I'd forgotten. Tell me, Karl, was it public relations you told me you did for the Gestapo, or was it community relations? I believe there's a difference."
Karl spoke politely. "Neither one, sir. I am Swiss."
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