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Quotes by Francis X. Clines

A mass of Victorian wiles and granite that resembles a battleship in the rain and a wedding cake in the sun.
– Francis X. Clines
A show of police force worthy of a banana republic is the latest attraction on the cobbled streets of Georgetown.
– Francis X. Clines
At 5:30 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.
– Francis X. Clines
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.
– Francis X. Clines
Death's sting has a new meaning now that the Times of London is including candid descriptions of human peccadilloes in its obituaries.
– Francis X. Clines
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.
– Francis X. Clines
He sits at the kitchen table, which is the only authentic way to touch down at home in Queens.
– Francis X. Clines
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.
– Francis X. Clines
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.
– Francis X. Clines
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.
– Francis X. Clines
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.
– Francis X. Clines
Rosie's is as simple as a hubcap and as unpretentious as its own rice pudding.
– Francis X. Clines
The earnest weatherman is even more hilarious than in America because his forecasts of change are even more unchanging, and his wondrous maps are always pocked with countless rain cloud symbols that seem permanently rooted across the beloved isle.
– Francis X. Clines
The grand institution, at once hoary and ethereal, that some call Auntie and others call the Beeb, and that most, it seems, must call controversial.
– Francis X. Clines
The resultant tales from life are stirring reader interest, survivor passions and unease among Britons.
– Francis X. Clines
Thus does the Beeb ease the English into another gray familiar day, another half-century of magic mystic rays.
– Francis X. Clines