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Dryer : The Image Makers

Panther, 1961

1961 Paperback BOOK very bumped & worn to corners & edges, well used appearance, creasing to covers, front cover has been detached and reattached with clear tape. PAGES well tanned and some curling to edges, but tightly bound. A reading copy. Book Extract; On opposite shores of the Atlantic, the global tides of theWestern world followed the great astronomic tug of the moon.The lunar lamp hung in remote depths above the earth, ignoredcompletely in a New York restaurant, admired extravagantlyfrom a Mediterranean yacht, and cursed in whispers on aMoroccan hillside. The earth's shadow turned, following thesolar procession, cosmic and indifferent.In New York, Dr. Malcolm Adams and his wife Laura were.winding up the evening at the Stork with several friends whowere helping them celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary.They sat around a circular table with their guests: Mr. andMrs. Carl Barkley of Greenwich, Connecticut, and Dr. andMrs. Harry Scott of New Haven. Everyone was drinkingchampagne, except Carl Barkley, who said he could never standthe stuff, not even the extra dry.Only five minutes ago an extension telephone had beenbrought to Dr. Adams' table so that he could take an urgentlong-distance call from Washington. Laura Adams and theirfriends had lowered their voices courteously, but had talkedjust enough to pretend they could not hear the doctor sayingcarefully and obliquely: 'Yes ... yes ... when? ... I see, I see. . . not at all, don't mention it, thank you.' He stared at thetelephone for a moment, with his hand still resting on it, thenhe lifted it off the table and put it on the floor beside the wall,out of the way. Dr. Adams signalled their waiter to bringanother bottle of champagne, but oddly, in a dampened way,just the opposite of celebrating. A well-known newspapercolumnist came across the room and stopped by at the table toask Dr. Adams, quietly, leaning off confidentially to one side,what the real story was on the Senator down there in Washington.'The way I heard it,' the columnist said to Dr. Adams,--'the.distinguished unnamed Senator from an unmentioned statechecked into Bethesda at the Medical Centre just before youexamined him. The way I heard it, the other consultants calledit terminal throat cancer and you refused to operate.' f'I don't know what you heard,' Dr. Adams said tO thecolumnist, 'but all I heard about was a meeting of an AdvisoryCouncil at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda. That'sall I was called to Washington for.', 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall, Acceptable

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