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Side 14
... rhythmically dissolving with similar images of a sleeping girl . Silence . Now a human shoulder , seen from back , is moving upwards and toward camera ( perhaps this is a violent movement in extremely slow motion . ) ...
... rhythmically dissolving with similar images of a sleeping girl . Silence . Now a human shoulder , seen from back , is moving upwards and toward camera ( perhaps this is a violent movement in extremely slow motion . ) ...
Side 17
Simul- taneously the sound dies down to an attentive silence . The screen is momentarily plunged into blackness , but almost immediately fills with the famous da Vinci self portrait , projected on a floor - length screen at the end of ...
Simul- taneously the sound dies down to an attentive silence . The screen is momentarily plunged into blackness , but almost immediately fills with the famous da Vinci self portrait , projected on a floor - length screen at the end of ...
Side 27
Around his house , the brittle land lay , waiting out the dead season in patient silence and the only beauty Cooper could see was the rich dark blue of the sky which hinted that bleakness was only for a while .
Around his house , the brittle land lay , waiting out the dead season in patient silence and the only beauty Cooper could see was the rich dark blue of the sky which hinted that bleakness was only for a while .
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THE SEA GULLS Roy Sussman | 3 |
THE PHYSICIAN William R Freeman | 21 |
NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS | 34 |
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