Word: bumps
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Things That Go Bump in the Night. Terrence McNally, 26, had better beware of moths, for his mind is pure wool. The thoughts of this playwriting youth are the fashionably wrong wrong thoughts about Nuclear Apocalypse, the Bitch Mother, the Castrated Male, the Homosexual Martyr, and the Dehumanization of Everyone. The result is one of those off-bleat stupefactions that make the modern stage look like the queerest wing of a nuthouse...
...Cream & Corn. Presiding over all this fun and fanfare is Richard Fargo Brown, at 48 one of the younger major U.S. museum directors, and a man who, in a young city that thrives on cultural imbroglios, thrives on his wit and wisdom. A jocular scholar who is apt to bump into trustees with a chocolate ice cream cone in his hand, Brown is an artist's son and a Bucknell University scholarship student (he was a four-letter man in high school) who got an M.A. and Ph.D. at Harvard, then perfected his taste with five years...
...alone in a mountain cabin with a three-week supply of food. Anton cannot feed himself, of course, being paralytic, but that is not Wolbricht's problem. Thinking well of himself, he returns to the city to sell the apartment lease. But what's this? A bump on his forehead the size of a pigeon's egg. Wolbricht presses the bump in, but pop, it comes out on the back of his head. He presses again. Pop, over one ear. Again. This time on the top of his head. That's better, he can wear...
...Heinrich conjured up a murky nether world dominated by a giant, evil-colored moon that slides malevolently across a leaden sky. The aura of decadence set the mood for Salome's dance of the veils. For Nilsson's performance, it was more choreographed hootchy-kootchy than basic bump and grind. Coiffed in a black mushroom wig, she swayed and shimmied, shedding red chiffon veils until she was down to black net tights and corset...
Into the Horseshoe. Clomping slowly down the mile-long track before each of his four runs, he examined the icy surface centimeter by centimeter-looking for any new crack or bump that could cut a precious hundredth of a second from his time, calculating the height at which he would take each of the 16 corners. Then, cautiously, Nash began to feel out the course. Scorning a steering wheel, handling the runner ropes with the iron hands of a jockey, he zipped through the first run in 1 min. 18.49 sec., the second in 1 min. 18.96 sec.-enough...