(Perhaps obviously) I’ve finally been slogging my way through Marion Davies’ The Times We Had after years of planning to get around to it, and it’s tough going – lots of “Then Bobby telephoned, so we weren’t able to go after all. At the ranch we used a lot of paper napkins, which was terribly fun. None of the boys ever played jigsaw puzzles.” But it is fun to see the outlines of William Randolph Hearst’s character as described in this particular book, the most upright and gentle lamb in the world, who accidentally became a millionaire and then forgot what money was:
Are you KIDDING ME, Marion?! Have you SEEN W.R. Hearst's eyes?! In the picture of him on Wikipedia it looks like his eyes are saying HNNNNNNNNGH while trying to bore holes through communists. It looks like new bags are rapidly being added to his eyes as the camera takes a long-exposure shot.
Are you KIDDING ME, Marion?! Have you SEEN W.R. Hearst's eyes?! In the picture of him on Wikipedia it looks like his eyes are saying HNNNNNNNNGH while trying to bore holes through communists. It looks like new bags are rapidly being added to his eyes as the camera takes a long-exposure shot.