Word: clang
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...twilit allegory, a heroic drama that beats its swords into similes a work whose verbal abundance begets theatrical poverty. Brief scenes excepted, the play is most interesting where philosophically it is least so: in the first act where the situation is forged, where there is some of the clang of cloak-and-sword drama, where the words still fly upward. Thereafter, when they attempt to go inward, they suggest not a scalpel but an embroidery needle. Moreover, Fry is so unsimple with language that he can never really be complex about people. His deserter who sees himself "reduced...
Despite, or because of, this cautious arrangement, the two religious groups are vigilant rivals. At dawn on Sundays, the bells of Beirut's churches clang so loudly that good Moslems groan and cover their heads. At dawn on other mornings, the muezzins chant their calls to prayer over loudspeaker-equipped minarets, to the annoyance of sleepy Christians. Last week Muled el Nebi, the birthday of the Prophet Mohammed, rolled around. Moslems festooned Beirut in palm branches and garlands of electric lights. The climax was to be a torchlight parade...
...drums go bang and the cymbals clang And the top brass blaze away, McCarthy plays the big baboon And Stevens jades away. The country's in hysterics, Such tunes were never heard. Molotov sits in the grandstand And applauds the discordant play...
...least popular major play-which is not unfitting, since its Roman hero himself spurned popularity. It is perhaps Shakespeare's least poetic major play as well; for Coriolanus, unlike Hamlet or Macbeth, lacks imagination and tragic awareness. But a major play it decidedly is, with a Roman clang and massiveness to its story of a proud patrician hero who is denied the consulate and then banished from the city for not truckling to the plebs, and who joins his former enemies in an expedition against Rome...
...clock hands crept toward 9, men bared their heads, and the crowd broke into Abide with Me and the 23rd Psalm. As shop shutters rumbled open and milk bottles clinked in the streets of London, Derek Bentley went to the gallows. Within minutes the prison gates opened with a clang, and a warder emerged with the traditional black-framed notice board: "The judgment of death was this day executed ..." The crowd surged forward with an angry roar; someone smashed the notice board. After half an hour's scuffling, the police-using only their fists-were able to disperse...