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...cacophony of songbirds, the harassment by vicious chipmunks and other wild beasts, the choking fumes of wildflowers. Give me the trailer camp with the solidity of concrete beneath my feet, the rich aroma of half-burned gasoline, the reassuring hum of the flush toilet, the wall-to-wall people. Ah, the great outdoors...
...clear, however, by an East German soldier, who pointedly reloaded his submachine gun and aimed it at their faces. Scattered shouts of "murderers," "criminals" and "swine" changed to a rhythmic chant of rage and frustration. Eventually West Berlin police arrived and told the crowd to go back to bed. "Ah, they were great, these Berliners, just great," exclaimed a French military policeman who was there...
...Horta is the most fervently feminist: "I am not for the emancipation of women, but for their liberation. Emancipation is only a legal term, only a political event. It is the pathetic attempt of women trying to be like men, to make it in a male world. But liberation-ah, that is freedom. That is when man is removed entirely as the model of behavior and a woman is free to become herself." Horta believes that men, too, are oppressed. "But the relative pain of the two sexes is not comparable. Besides the social system, which rides all humanity, women...
...where it still exists, is born to leisure, and the lower class is in sporadic danger of having leisure thrust upon it, the poor old middleclass, middle-aged man is a creature of work. He is his work and is so acknowledged by those he meets at cocktail parties: "Ah, you're a fiction editor," or "Ah, you're a wire man for the White House." If the workadaddy (Tom Wolfe's useful word) capriciously retires, most of his is-ness leaks away...
...finally turns up alive after being reported dead, in having him and his sister Isabella say nary a word to each other. In the present production, however, this is just as well. Richard Backus '67, who was so fine recently in the Harvard Summer School Repertory troupe's Ah. Wilderness! and in Promenade All! on Broadway, shows himself totally unsuited--as yet--for classical acting. His delivery is unconvincing, and, when loud, skirts close to unintelligibility...