I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party

I dislike reading on the Internet Archive, but then I keep running across artifacts like Noel Streatfeild's Ballet Annual (1959) with its stories by Elizabeth Enright and Pamela Brown and an interview with Moira Shearer from which one may learn the unreasonable fact that technically her first acting job at the age of ten was portraying Posy Fossil in an advertising photograph for Ballet Shoes (1936). I had never heard either of Norman King's The Shadow of Doubt (1955), but Audrey Williamson convinced me that I would have wanted to see its original run at the Saville Theatre with John Clements as the famous and disgraced, not otherwise all that Oppenheimer-ish nuclear physicist. I was able to do nothing with my day that I had hoped for and spent most of my evening on the couch staring at TCM while intermittently pinned in place by Hestia in her rare and treasured mode as movie cat. Marie Windsor working an oil rig in the slim crime programmer Double Deal (1950) wears her jeans and T-shirt better than Brando did.