She was one of the first women to explore fully the realm of erotic writing, and certainly the first prominent woman in the modern West to write erotica.

In a 1958 letter to a friend in West Germany, Paternak wrote, " She was put in jail on my account, as the person considered by the secret police to be closest to me, and they hoped that by means of a grueling interrogation and threats they could extract enough evidence from her to put me on trial.

She continued to make minor and frequently nostalgic period musicals such as Starlift, The West Point Story, On Moonlight Bay, By the Light of the Silvery Moon, and Tea For Two for Warner Brothers.

She was interred in the Church of St. Michael and All Angels family vault, Haworth, West Yorkshire.

Dialogue now took precedence over " slapstick " in Hollywood comedies: the fast-paced, witty banter of The Front Page ( 1931 ) or It Happened One Night ( 1934 ), the sexual double entrendres of Mae West ( She Done Him Wrong, 1933 ) or the often subversively anarchic nonsense talk of the Marx Brothers ( Duck Soup, 1933 ).

She commented in the book's introduction: " Mention the name ' Moonies ' to anyone in the West today, and the chances are that you will receive an immediate reaction which falls somewhere between a delicate shudder and an indignant outburst of fury.

She serves as chazan at Kol Nefesh Masorti Synagogue in Edgware, North West London.

In 1933, Mae West would also add greatly to Paramount's success with her movies She Done Him Wrong and I'm No Angel.

She did not want the school to become " the Vassar of the West " because she felt that would not be an appropriate memorial for her son.

She won the Best Actress Academy Award for her portrayal of Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire ( 1951 ), a role she also played on stage in London's West End, as well as for her portrayal of the southern belle Scarlett O ' Hara, alongside Clark Gable, in the American Civil War drama Gone with the Wind.

She attended one of O ' Sullivan's films playing in London's West End and told her parents of her ambitions to become an actress.

She and the freedman Washington Ferguson were formally married in West Virginia, and Booker took the surname Washington at school after his stepfather.

She was also the president or patron of numerous organisations, such as the West Indies Olympic Association, the Girl Guides, Northern Ballet Theatre, and the London Lighthouse ( an AIDS charity that has since merged with the Terrence Higgins Trust ).

" She opened in the West End production on November 1, 1951.

She left Toronto, but returned again to record more material with Eaton and West.

She was about 12 years old, the daughter of Charles the Bald, King of the West Franks.

She later reprised this role for the play's run in London's West End.

She worked as a check-out girl at Vons supermarket, and attended Golden West College.

She demonstrated with Women in Black against Israel's occupation of the West Bank and Gaza Strip outside the residence of Israel's Prime Minister.

" She continued, writing " the greatest're-branding ' of Israel would be to celebrate that country's long standing, courageous and robust peace movement by helping to end the blockade of Gaza through negotiations with all parties to the conflict, and by stopping the expansion of West Bank settlements.

She rose to prominence in 1961 playing Rosalind in As You Like It with the Royal Shakespeare Company and has since made more than 35 appearances on London's West End and Broadway, winning both the Tony and Olivier Awards.

She first appeared in the West End, playing opposite her brother, in 1958.

She became the highest paid performer in the history of the West End up to that time.

She lives in the far West of Arda, grieves for the suffering of the world, and comforts the spirits of the dead who wait in the halls of Mandos:

She had reached a point at which she didn't even care how she looked.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She had helped him change his mind.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.

She had to escape.

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.

She had spent too many hours looking ahead, hoping and longing to catch even a glimpse of Dan and finding nothing but emptiness.

She had arrived this morning and come straight to the English Gardens.

She had retreated to this world.

She had touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She had hated the whole idea before they started.

She had jumped away from his shy touch like a cat confronted by a sidewinder.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She might have been someone he had once loved.

She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed again, back in the same position where the snake had found her.

She had the opportunity that few clever women can resist, of showing her superiority in argument over a man.