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...black; perhaps it was an artistic liberty I took. Perhaps I thought that in that light, with the red jacket, the piano looked more green than black. The same for the hair; it seemed to me that there was more green in his white hair." Then, raising one brow slightly, Boris added: "When some TIME artists put colored spots all over, no one is surprised...
...time and in a nation that made its own energy an article of faith, Thoreau stayed contentedly in Concord, doing as little as he could. "It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow," he said, "unless he sweats easier than I do." On the shores of Walden Pond, an easy walk from the Thoreau family home, he built the now world-famous cabin and lived there for two years, two months and two days. What did it prove? Nothing. But that cabin, long since gone, still stands in the hearts...
...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 assaults the ear with insinuation ranging from the wail of a solitary violin to the menacing timpani of wooden spoons. Eerie moans and whimpers fill the air like the cries...
...father divorced, sister likes Fanny Farmer cherries," the friend began. Bubas instantly identified the boy. The game went on and on, until the friend described a boy "6ft. 10-in., 240 Ibs., averaged 32.1 points per game, an orphan with one gold tooth in front." Vic's brow wrinkled. "There is no such boy," he said finally. "Right," sighed his friend...
...Clear Day she plays a dual role as Daisy Gamble, a low-brow chick who gains highborn chic when she is hypnotized. With a nod of her head, she goes from side-of-da-mouth to elegant eighteenth century English, from bubble-gum popping to a low purr when crystal wouldn't melt in her mouth. The new voice seems less to be coming from her than through her-a ventriloquistic trick-but it provokes a growl of lusty approval from the audience. And that in itself is justification aplenty for Alan Jay Lerner to have paid Barbara...