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...that has become a Roman sellout, he has excised most of the melancholia from the melancholy Dane, replacing it with angry young slang and a revised standard version. "O, that this too too solid flesh would melt," for example, has become "Why doesn't this flesh, this heavy carcass of meat, dissolve?" The play is done in Italian in an almost corner-of-the-mouth modern idiom, with the gravediggers speaking in hoodsy Neapolitan accents and Hamlet's pentametric arias flatted with words like "procrastination" and "bureaucracy...
...Flaw. On Feb. 28, 1961, Farmer Sam Thompson of Pearisburg spotted Ricky, a German shepherd, crouched over the mutilated carcass of a sheep. Furious. Thompson summoned a deputy sheriff to witness the sight, then blasted at Ricky with a 16-gauge shotgun. Bleeding, the dog loped away, turned up a bit later at the doorstep of his master, retired Mining Engineer James Laing, 61. Within the week, a Giles County court issued a warrant ordering that Laing be apprehended and brought before the court...
Tests on butchered stand-up hogs proved the professor right. The amount of ham as a percentage of the carcass increased by 5.6%. More experience will be needed before stand-up feeding can be generally recommended, but Heitman is hopeful. "A 5% betterment in hams," he says, "would be terrific for the industry...
...days, once a biographer-critic got on top of a really big writing name he was likely to stay there for a lifetime. But today, scholarly competition is cutthroat, and the great writers of the past are likely to be swarmed over as an elephant carcass is swarmed over by ants, each one fruitfully busy but no one bigger than the next. Nevertheless, some hardy scholars can justly lay claim to authoritative possession of one literary giant or near giant, by virtue of either a brilliant critical study that makes rivals obsolete or research of such exhaustive thoroughness that...
...next 87 minutes, without waiting for the doctor to confirm or deny the prediction, the poor little canary flutters in terror through the streets of Paris, pursued by the big black cat of Death. She flutters past a market, where carcasses of cattle hang from brutal hooks and the butchers inspect her expertly, as though she were a carcass too. She flutters to her manager (Dominique Davray), a hard-faced businesswoman who comforts her meticulously but unemotionally, as though smoothing a 500-franc note. She flies back to her gilded cage in time to preen and twitter...