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Verges and Barbie will probably try to blur the distinctions. They may go further and remind France that the nation was itself guilty of torture and murder during the Algerian conflict. War is war, they may say. In war everything is allowed. As Barbie remarked to one journalist, "The point is to win. It doesn't matter...
Like After Magritte, The Real Inspector Hound is a detective parody; the twist here is to blur the lines between audience, reviewer, cast and character. The "mystery," such as it is, is irrelevant, merely serving as an excuse for Stoppard to play with conventions of the stage. Set in a Gothic mansion on the moors, a group of caricatures expound upon their social problems--but somewhere outside, an escaped criminal lurks. The players include a dimwitted blonde (Susan Kelly), a melodramatic maiden (Meg Schellenberg) and a gruff crippled veteran (Wise) who play cards endlessly. Into the scene comes a stranger...
...past is a glittering blur. Let us attend to the questions of the moment: Where are we right now, and how far do we have to go to the next stop? The answer is that we are on page 3 of the itinerary, and today we will be traveling about this far (here the bus driver spreads his thumb and forefinger...
...role in the 1985 Israeli arms sales. McFarlane had previously admitted helping draft a chronology that was, in his word, "disingenuous." This time he apparently went further: he confessed to writing a memo last Nov. 18, at the request of his successor, John Poindexter, that was deliberately phrased to "blur" Reagan's role. The memo outlined a way in which the President could plausibly deny having approved the Israeli shipments. If his later insistence that Reagan had given that approval is to be believed, then McFarlane knew the denials he suggested in November would be false...
...best ride in Disneyland. That's what I thought when I discovered the phantasmal bobsled journey through the mountain of rock and ice, on my first visit to the Magic Kingdom. My first trip to California at age 12 was a lot like my favorite ride--a blur of all things wondrous and exciting. After I left the Golden State, I vowed to move there as soon as I grew up. For the seven years since then, the state always conjured up visions of sun and surf, stucco and success...