Bøger af Spitzer

A screen adaptation of Algernon Blackwood's classic chiller, The Willows (and, to a lesser extent, The Centaur and The Man Whom the Trees Loved), as well as ten additional stories.ABE: (looks around nervously) Swede...?He looks for SWEDEN again, and again sees only the tops of the bushes, roaring in the wind. A beat later there is another crack! Another splash! ABE whips around. He sees, a few feet out, what at first appears to be a human arm reaching up from a gurgling eddy-deaden spidery fingers groping. He focuses his eyes upon it: the pressure stops cold as we see it is merely a gnarled branch. ABE exhales. Then, as driftwood is proving scarce on the island, he breaks off some willow stems and tries to fish the branch closer. The current dislodges it as he looks on and it floats downstream, bobbing and turning on the waves. ABE watches it go; it looks rather like a hand again; gesturing to him, summoning. A real hand suddenly lands on his shoulder. He spins around. It is SWEDEN; he is shining a Coleman lantern directly into his eyes.SWEDEN: It's gone now. There was a sound. Like....ABE squints in the glare, which obscures SWEDEN'S face.ABE: (breathes hard, listens) It's this awful wind. It roars such that I didn't even hear you approach!SWEDEN hands ABE a flashlight.SWEDEN: Here.ABE: Where were they?SWEDEN: In the stern. Under the ballast.ABE: (exhales) I wish this wind would go down ...SWEDEN doesn't say anything. There's clearly something very wrong.ABE: What?SWEDEN: We're not alone here.ACT 2, SCENE 12 EXT. THE FAR BANK. TWILIGHT.SWEDEN is standing with his back to us, facing the river. ABE approaches-he has taken the long way around the willows. SWEDEN turns slowly; the men look at each other. It is nearly dark.ABE: Sweden ...?SWEDEN steps aside as the camera dollies past him and in on A CORPSE, a real one. It is caught up in the roots of the willows, several feet from the crumbling bank, chest-deep in the water, vertically positioned, bobbing up and down in a violent whirlpool. The corpse is wearing an Army-green or dark blue nylon parka, slick from the river, with a sopping fur-lined hood. The hood droops, obscuring the face from the top of the mouth up, the mouth which is stretched, contorted, whose chin is far too long. The whole body is stiff like a statue, its flesh an ashen gray-blue. Its hands are twisted and groping, like tree branches-willow branches. One is frozen with Rigor Mortis in such a way that it appears to be reaching out, its fingers gnarled, misshapen; they are too-long, really, to seem entirely human. The bony, branch-like index finger seems almost to be pointing, indicting the sky.ABE: My God, Sweden.... (turns to his friend) What happened here?

New Coke. The Walt Disney Company's aborted theme park near the Manassas battlefield. AT&T's acquisition of NCR Corp. Were these merely the gaffes of individual decision makers, or do they represent larger, organizational deficiencies in critical thinking? How confident are you in the collective brainpower of your organization? The most crucial task facing any business leader in today's brutally competitive economy is to sharpen his or her organization's ability to effectively solve problems, make decisions, and cut through the information clutter. In Heads, You Win!, Kepner-Tregoe's CEO, Quinn Spitzer, and executive Ron Evans cite the experiences and share the advice of the presidents and CEOs of some of the world's most innovative companies -- organizations like Johnson & Johnson, Chrysler Corporation, British Airways, and Harley-Davidson, Inc. -- that are successful because they capitalize on the brainpower of every employee. Filled with practical tips and techniques, and lightened with amusing, real-life anecdotes, Heads, You Win! is an indispensable tool for sorting through the complexities of running a business today and identifying the essential skills that determine a company's success.