Chapter 3 third chapter

"Christine Clay! Christine Clay!" shouted the poster for the afternoon paper. "Christine Clay!" shouted the headliner. "Christine Clay!" the radio buzzed. "Christine. Clay!" Neighbors in the neighborhood whispered to each other. People all over the world stopped to say the name.Christine.Clay is drowned!Only one person in civilized society said, "Who's Christine Clay?" It was a bright young man at a Bloomsbury party who said it, and he was just being smart. Because a woman lost her life, a lot of things started happening all over the world.

A man in California called and paged a woman in Greenwich Village.A Texas pilot worked overtime at night, carrying a copy of Clay's movie to the scene.A New York company canceled an order.An Italian nobleman goes bankrupt: because he had hoped to sell her his yacht.A Philadelphia man is eating his first big meal in months as he reveals a "back when I knew her" story.A woman starts taking the stage at Tuogui Nightclub because now her chance has come.A man in a parish in England knelt down and thanked God. The newspaper industry, which had been silent for a long time, also quickly moved under this unexpected whirlwind. The Horn urgently recalls Bart from the Brighton pageant.Bartholomew, their "writer" (Bart couldn't be more grateful - he's been talking about butchers eating meat as soon as he gets back), and Jimmy.Hopkins, the star reporter for "Crime and Passion," was covering a boring low-society poker murder in Brivor. (The Clarion has fallen so far.) Photojournalists leave their racing cars, interviews, celebrity weddings, cricket matches, men going to Mars in hot air balloons, and swarm like locusts into Kentish farmhouses, South Street inns, Well appointed estate in Hampshire.Christine.Clay rents a charming retreat in the country, hides in an unknown and remote farmstead without the knowledge of family and friends, and adds a wonderful chapter to her death.

A photo of the estate (garden in the foreground, as the yews block the house) is captioned: "Christine. Clay's house" (actually she was only renting it for the summer, but the house she rented wasn't sensational enough); next to these impressive photos are other photos of homes hidden among rose bushes, captioned: "She lived favorite place. "Her media relations were in tears, like a big news happening after the press deadline. Anyone with an understanding of human nature is watching Christine a little bit.The impact of Clay's death can be found every time, and although her death caused regret, panic, shock, remorse, and a variety of other emotional responses, no one seemed to feel grief.The only one who can be called the emergence of true feelings is Robert.The part where Tisdu fell hysterically on top of her dead body.But who dares to say how much of it is self-pity?Compared with Christine's status as an international superstar, such a plot is just a small trick.As for her acquaintances, panic was their main reaction to the sad news.But there are exceptions.cohn , who was due to direct her third and final english film , may have been disappointed In one breath; there is Clay in the film, which may be beautiful on the surface, but it will become a heavy pressure on its own box office.The Duchess of Trent, who had arranged a lunch in Clay's honor, was about to reclaim her status as queen of London society in one fell swoop, and now she could only gnash her teeth.But Lydia.But Keats was extremely happy, because she once predicted Clay's death. Although she was a successful social observer, it was really extraordinary to be able to guess so accurately. "Honey, you're amazing!" her friend complimented. "Honey, you're amazing!" endlessly.

Lydia was overwhelmed with joy, so she went to party after party from morning to night, just to have another taste of the wonderful taste when entering the venue, to hear someone say: "Lydia is here! My dear you Really..." I was immersed in the admiration of everyone.No, as far as everyone can see, there is not a heart because of Christine.Clay is broken by his absence.Everyone took out their mourning clothes and dusted them off, hoping to be invited to the funeral.