Francis Clines Quotes (11 Quotes)

Delegates crane their gaze at overhead screens. The producers, using fast-cutting close-up shots, have added the narcissistic touch of allowing delegates to watch themselves watch themselves at a convention of people watching them.

Peter Utley, the newspaper's obituary editor cheerfully checked with Primrose Palmer, his assistant, on the day's soul traffic. The late archbishop from New Zealand sounded promising, it was agreed, but then again it was lunch time, and who knew what had been happening in some now-ending life.

A mass of Victorian wiles and granite that resembles a battleship in the rain and a wedding cake in the sun.

If castaway cigar butts once were the floor symbol of the male-dominated convention, the equivalent symbol this year is a litter of women's pumps.

In a party tent poised somewhere between romance and avarice, an auctioneer hammered out the sale of the first of the costly baubles that were scattered as love tokens across the lives of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.

Britain's gnawing hunger for retrospection is of Proustian proportions historical confections of past glory are always being sugared up and nibbled at somewhere in the land.

A show of police force worthy of a banana republic is the latest attraction on the cobbled streets of Georgetown.

Thus does the Beeb ease the English into another gray familiar day, another half-century of magic mystic rays.

It is lifestyle journalism the way Chaucer first invented it, and the Times, onto a good thing, is uninhibitedly publishing articles on the passing of a cuckolded poet, a rock promoter strangely addicted to collecting orangutans and an Italian writer striving to avoid becoming a bore.

Death's sting has a new meaning now that the Times of London is including candid descriptions of human peccadilloes in its obituaries.

At 530 the morning shift of commissary workers arrive to stock the coffee urns, bring in fresh food and prepare for the daylong job of feeding the humans.