Word: brooked
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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MARAT/SADE shreds the nerves, flays the skin and vivisects the psyche. In a display of directorial virtuosity, Peter Brook has expanded Playwright Peter Weiss's metaphor of the world as a madhouse, and the superb Royal Shakespeare players envelop the playgoer in a disturbing, enthralling theatrical experience...
...soon as the insane stumble and jitter onstage with their dreadfully absent eyes, their bodily tics, their slavering mouths, their heads lolling like half-decapitated flowers, it is clear that the asylum keeper of the evening is Director Peter Brook. Abetted by the superbly disciplined Royal Shakespeare Company, Brook directs with the cool ferocity of a mad scientist, as if he were running a controlled experiment to see how much chilled sweat could be squeezed from the audience's brow. He uses every weapon in the theatrical arsenal to mount a sustained barrage on the senses. A sound track...
...STONY BROOK, located within 30 miles of famed Brookhaven National Laboratories, is the most exciting campus in the system. So new that the ivy is only about six inches up the red brick walls, it expects to challenge any university in physics research within a few years. Its $30,000-a-year President Toll is a theoretical physicist from the University of Maryland; his reputation-plus a $45,000-a-year salary-recently lured Nobel Physicist C. N. Yang to Stony Brook to head an Institute of Theoretical Physics that will have a $2,700,000 nuclear lab. Toll...
Even if Sargent's words represent more than political tact, there are good reasons for believing that the DPW is intent on selecting the Brook-line-Elm Street route--the one that would wipe out 1000 to 1500 families and run right next to Central Square. First, it has been the route long championed by his agency. Second, plans for this route are farther along than for any other. And third, any other realistic alternative would run along the fringe of the M.I.T. campus; the political power of M.I.T., a venus flytrap for federal research contracts, is latent, but great...
...were scarlet. There was blood on the doves, bright-red blood and a gentle look of surprise in their round eyes. Willie felt faint. His hand grasped the knife in his jeans. Willie split the trouts' bellies with his knife, washed them in the cold water of the brook, and wiped the blood off his knife with a skunk-cabbage leaf. She had red hair and her blouse was open between her breasts. The train was going through the tunnel and it made a glumph sound as it went in and the wail of the whistle came...