鈥淭o ask you, my dear Corinna,鈥?replied Fortinbras, in his persuasive tones, 鈥渨hy you have disregarded my advice?鈥? She laughed at his look of dismay. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 stay idling here for ever.鈥? In the summer of 2005 I finished retyping, correcting, and fact-checking the 100 stories. Three of my interviews 鈥?Isaac Asimov, Alan Lomax and Tom Wolfe 鈥?were originally published in two different versions, one for the TV Shopper and a longer one for the Westsider, a weekly community newspaper. I have included both versions here. Also, my interview with Leonard Maltin was not a cover story, but a half-page "Westside profile." It appears here because of Maltin's huge future success as a writer, editor and TV personality. 彩票中奖真实案例视频 She laughed at his look of dismay. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 stay idling here for ever.鈥? Anchorman for WCBS Channel 2 News 鈥淎llons donc鈥?cried Corinna. 鈥淲e鈥檙e in Paris, not Wendlebury.鈥? "Aw, I am awfully pleased to meet you, sir," he said, with a perplexed and bewildered expression on his face. He laughed in a mirthless way. 鈥淭here are many. There are the Ritz and the Meurice and the Elys茅e Palace. Yes鈥攖here are hotels enough!鈥? Then, when he had said farewell, and was about to go away, she was suddenly moved by a mixture of feelings, and, as it were, almost against her will, to say to him, "How good it would be for you to see Rhoda as she is! A shallow, sweet, poor little nature, as incapable of appreciating your love as a wren or a ladybird! I like Rhoda, and I am a poor, shallow creature in many ways myself. But I do recognise things higher than myself when I see them." Mrs. Errington had bought twenty copies of the newspaper for distribution among her friends; and she pleased herself with thinking how grateful the Maxfields would be to her for sending them the papers with the interesting paragraphs marked in red ink. She also looked forward with much complacency to having Rhoda for a listener to all her narrations about the wedding and life at Long Fells, and the great people whom she had met there. Rhoda was such a capital listener! And then, besides and beyond all that, Mrs. Errington was fond of Rhoda, and had more motherly warmth of feeling for her than she had as yet attained to for her new daughter-in-law. Rhoda was greatly surprised by this announcement, which was totally unexpected. "Oh, father!" she exclaimed in a trembling voice, "why did you say I should go?" The Maxfields kept their eyes on their prayer-books, and, outwardly, took no heed of the attention they excited. Old Jonathan and his son James looked pretty much as usual; Rhoda trembled, and blushed, and looked painfully shy whenever the forms of the service required her to rise, so as to bring her face above the pew (those were the days of pews) and within easy range of the curious eyes of the congregation. Behind the then chapel of this last-named college, there was a 鈥渓abyrinth鈥?(this was the name it bore) of dingy, tumble-down rooms, tenanted exclusively by the poorest undergraduates, who were dependent upon sizarships and scholarships for the means of taking their degrees. To many, even at St. John鈥檚, the existence and whereabouts of the labyrinth in which the sizars chiefly lived was unknown; some men in Ernest鈥檚 time, who had rooms in the first court, had never found their way through the sinuous passage which led to it. She laughed at his look of dismay. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 stay idling here for ever.鈥? Ah, I see! exclaims Minnie, sinking back among her cushions when he has done speaking.