"Bush once joked that he picked Sununu because his surname rhymed with "deep doo-doo." -- Dan Goodgame, Time magazine, May 21, 1990 |
For a time, Sununu wrote stories and poems for children. Concord lawyer Ned Helms recalls that when his wife fell ill, Sununu gave her a book of poems that he said he enjoyed, by Sylvia Plath. | ||||
Do do that voodoo that you do so well.One summer when I played in a small stock company, after the last curtain had come down we would clear the stage and then put on records of Viennese waltzes. We'd dance wildly, joyfully...-- Madeleine L'Engle, Victoria Magazine, November 1995 |
We're arranging to have the children baptized on Sunday afternoon, March 25, by the way. Although I honestly dislike, or rather, scorn the rector. I told you about his ghastly H-bomb sermon, didn't I, where he said this was the happy prospect of the Second Coming and how lucky we Christians were compared to the stupid pacifists and humanists and "educated pagans" who feared being incinerated, etc., etc. I have not been to church since. I felt it was a sin to support such insanity even by my presence.
-- Sylvia Plath, March 12, 1962. Amen. |
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[The bathroom door opens and Stella comes out. Blanche continues talking to Mitch.]
Oh! Have you finished? Wait -- I'll turn on the radio. [She turns the knobs on the radio and it begins to play "Wien, Wien, nur du allein." Blanche waltzes to the music with romantic gestures. Mitch is delighted and moves in awkward imitation like a dancing bear. Stanley stalks fiercely through the portieres into the bedroom. He crosses to the small white radio and snatches it off the table. With a shouted oath, he tosses the instrument out the window.] |
Colby's nickname among some of his sub- |
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Alabama plans
Warren Times Observer, Friday, April 26, 1996, Page A5:
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I will try to finish my novel and a second book of poems by Christmas. I think I'll be a pretty good novelist, very funny -- my stuff makes me laugh and laugh, and if I can laugh now it must be hellishly funny stuff.
-- Sylvia Plath, October 12, 1962 |
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