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What do they say makes a play a classic, Therese?” “A classic—” Her voice sounded tight and stifled. “A classic is something with a basic human situation.”
“By January 1967 Motown had built up an unrivalled sales force under the formidable direction of their white Sicilian-American sales boss, Barney Ales, whom Gordy had met when Ales was a rising star at Warner Brothers. Ales was more than a salesman. He had been a strategic lynchpin in Motown’s ability to break through racial barriers and sell its sound to a white teenage audience.”
― Detroit 67: The Year That Changed Soul
― Detroit 67: The Year That Changed Soul
“Kid,” said George, when I asked him about the cook. “He’s crazy as a bedbug and the best ‘mulligan’ maker on the road. ‘Montana Blacky’ is welcome at any bum camp anywhere, and he spends his life going from jungle to jungle.”
― You Can't Win
― You Can't Win
“They cooked more than three hundred plates of the food the great Montezuma was going to eat, and more than a thousand more for the guard. I have heard that they used to cook him the flesh of young boys. But as he had such a variety of dishes, made of so many different ingredients, we could not tell whether a dish was of human flesh or anything else, since every day they cooked fowls, turkeys, pheasants, local partridges, quail, tame and wild duck, venison, wild boar, marsh birds, pigeons, hares and rabbits, also many other kinds of birds and beasts native to their country, so numerous that I cannot quickly name them all.”
― The Conquest of New Spain
― The Conquest of New Spain
“When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.”
― Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West
― Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West
“Then after they had danced the papas laid them down on their backs on some narrow stones of sacrifice and, cutting open their chests, drew out their palpitating hearts which they offered to the idols before them. Then they kicked the bodies down the steps, and the Indian butchers who were waiting below cut off their arms and legs and flayed their faces, which they afterwards prepared like glove leather, with their beards on, and kept for their drunken festivals. Then they ate their flesh with a sauce of peppers and tomatoes. They sacrificed all our men in this way, eating their legs and arms, offering their hearts and blood to their idols as I have said, and throwing their trunks and entrails to the lions and tigers and serpents and snakes that they kept in the wild-beast houses I have described in an earlier chapter.”
― The Conquest of New Spain
― The Conquest of New Spain
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