In the neon night caves along Hollywood's Sunset Strip, the smooth-talking fellows with the gleaming teeth no longer wink and say, "Come up and see my etchings." Last week, as the sun picked up the trine of Jupiter and Uranus, the new line was "Let's compare horoscopes," and many a forthright Virgo walked away enchantedly on the arm of a leering Libra.
For the religion of the stars is the stars' religion, and astrology in Hollywood is competing with the psychoanalyst's couch. "Psychiatrists trade on human anxiety," says one high-priced chartist of the skies.
"A good astrologer relieves it." As usual...
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