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...simplest and most common combination of the gates is the half-adder, which is designed to add two Is, a 1 and a 0, or two 0s (see diagram). If other half-adders are linked to the circuit, producing a series of what computer designers call full adders, the additions can be carried over to other columns for tallying up ever higher numbers. Indeed, by using only addition, the computer can perform the three other arithmetic functions. Multiplication is often accomplished by repeated additions, division by repeated subtractions. Subtraction, on the other hand, can be done by an old trick...
...Deity. "God'll getcha for that," she warns those who cross her. She is a fighter who takes on city hall, featherbedding repairmen and department-store complaint departments. She can deck an adversary with an arch of a single brow as surely as with an adder-tongued retort like last week's explanation of a black eye: "I was jumping rope-without...
While the rest of the cast is exemplary, it has only a shadowy existence on the periphery of the play. On from the first curtain to the last, Bates makes the evening blazingly his as a man slouching toward bedlam-hair bedraggled, trousers rumpled, eyes aglaze, and with an adder's tongue in his cheek. It is an indelible image that will find its way into dramatic legend.-T.E. Kalem
HAMLET. Some actors merely occupy space; Nicol Williamson rules the stage. His nasal voice has the sting of an adder; his furrowed brow is a topography of inconsolable anguish. His Hamlet is a seismogram of a soul in shock. Here is a Hamlet of spleen and sorrow, of fire and ice, of bantering sensuality, withering sarcasm and soaring intelligence. He cuts through the music of the Shakespearean line to the marrow of its meaning. He spares the perfidious king who killed his father no contempt, but he saves his rage for the unfeeling gods who, in all true tragedy, make...
HAMLET. Some actors merely occupy the stage, but Nicol Williamson rules it. His nasal voice has the sting of an adder; his furrowed brow is a topography of inconsolable anguish. His Hamlet is a seismogram of a soul in shock. It is a Hamlet of spleen and sorrow, of fire and ice, of bantering sensuality, withering sarcasm and soaring intelligence. Williamson cuts through the music of the Shakespearean line to the marrow of its meaning. He spares no contempt for the perfidious king who killed his father, but he saves his rage for the unfeeling gods who, in all true...