![]() We found the street, turned left, found the number, pulled into the driveway. We turned right, down from the docks and went past streets laid out in alphabetical order, with fancy names. And, of course, I wasn’t even in their thoughts. After a fashion, those people looked silly to me. Such were the rewards of the Chosen in the land of the free. ![]() They had never been caught up in that grind and never would be. Somehow, most of them had apparently escaped the daily grind of living. They were dressed in their special sailing clothes, caps, dark shades. ![]() Most of them were sailboats and people were fiddling about on deck. Then we were down at the harbor, driving past the boats. We should come down and see him? So we got the directions and were in the Volks and heading for Marina del Rey. He said he wanted to go ahead with the screenplay. For Barbet Schroeder This is a work of fiction and any resemblance between the characters and persons living or dead is purely coincidental, etc.ġ A couple of days later Pinchot phoned.
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