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During the Peninsular War, French soldiers used it for target practice. It is a wreck, blackened and blistered: but of what a vessel! Spanish religious painting takes on the grand rhetoric, the "mighty line" of Marlowe: the arc of stricken figures at the foot of the cross, its profile ending in a folded blaze of green, gold brocade and crimson; the faces of weeping women, smeared and half eroded by darkness; the immense twisted figure of Christ, "quoted" from a Michelangelo drawing, that rises on the cross. Even if there were nothing else in the Royal Academy, this painting alone...
Antic Hell. Imagine the two codgers' surprise when Joan of Arc (Nancy Snyder) arrives in blazing armor with sword and pennant at the ready. She tells them that her mission is to recruit two of every species, including them, for a spaceship trip to heaven. After that, all antic hell breaks loose. Instant magic occurs: appearances and disappearances, deaths, resurrections, changes of identity, autokinetic kitchen utensils and finally Joan's celestial levitation. Director Marshall W. Mason moves all the UFOs and the splendid cast at a rocketing pace. The words are manic-puns, syllogisms, answer-and-question games...
There are two orbs high in the sky. Over on the side, the moon. It is full, bright, and irrelevant. And in the center, 120 feet above the diamond, the ball is frozen. Sweep down to the plate. Carl Yastrzemski is wound up in an arc, his face etched in a wide, silent scream. Sweep around in a dizzy circle. Thirty thousand necks upstretched, lungs roaring up in desperation. Sweep wider, around a city, a hundred miles, New England. The energy of a million stored-up workday hells turned to fervent belief, poised. All that energy, with a terrific whoosh...
...were dangling out over left field like the apples of God's eyes. It was one of those clear summer nights with a high sky and incandescent stars, just right for playing out romances and baseball games. The vast field stretched hugely and serenely in its allotted 500-foot arc, far below her gently swaying calves. And the white light from the towering black iron lamps stained everything into perfect hue: the brown and green of calves and grass, and the wine, orange, white of the players' uniforms. The colors collected perfectly into 50 baseball players for the Baltimore Orioles...
...protest British rule over the subcontinent, and she spent an intense, unhappy childhood prematurely immersed in the politics of rebellion. "I have no recollection of games, children's parties or playing with other children," she once said. "All my games were political ones-I was, like Joan of Arc, perpetually being burned at the stake...