THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Keaton survived by the merest hair’s breadth in a world where natural laws could not be revoked.  Trapdoors opened, cannons swivelled, bombs exploded, but at the vital instant Buster always managed to be somewhere else.

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Straying into a town that a cyclone is tearing to pieces, he stands bemused in the middle of the street: a house behind him crumples and the entire front wall slams towards him like a two-storey door, but leaves him untouched in the gap by the window.

Baxter/Stunt, 1974