I woke up to silence and chill, the accusations of the klieg lights.

Sunlight and viscid insect juice were the colors of those Monday afternoons

a jalopy abandoned in a field

The girl followed, quite slowly, a lissome blonde of twenty-five or so, in her quiet prime, pretty and tarrying and yet to be hurt, not at all in love.

The new Paramount comedy-western is worth any number of Bergman’s exegetical nightmares.

of coral in this strange place, suggesting a reliquary sea, and of the blessed semblance of God on the faces of superstitious mountains