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BLUE LIGHT (ABC, 8:30-9 p.m.). Robert Goulet has turned in his operetta cloak for a dagger, stars in this new series about an American who renounces his citizenship to become a Nazi spy. In reality, however, Goulet is a double agent hated and hunted by the very country for which he is risking all, etc., etc. Premi...
Boston wears a different cloak at Christmas. Not new, certainly, for if ever New Boston is forgotten, it is now, but different somehow. The Maiden Aunt of American Cities takes out her warm old familiar garment, primps her grey hair, and marches defiantly into the cold. She tramps down from Beacon Hill, shops in one of the gaudy New Boston stores and many of the old smaller ones, then just as quietly slips back through the park, leaving cries of crass commercialism to others. So familiar is her path, so unobtrusive, that you may not have noticed her. Your Christmas...
...wear her traditional cloak because she is so well designed for it. Her old crooked streets, streets which cry out for little specialty shops and snug restaurants, leave the high-rise mobile visionaries agog. She still can't understand how they accomplished Pru, much less Government Center. Whereas nearly every other major city has a main thoroughfare, a center, which it can color and jam and point to, Boston has a small area of delicate trees and historical graves. There is never any question in a visitor's mind as to where the heart of Boston is. Bawdy Washington Street...
...MAIAS, by Eca de Queiroz. A minor language is a cloak of invisibility for the man who writes in it. The greatness of Eca de Queiroz (1845-1900), for example, has been almost completely concealed from the English-reading world by the mere fact that he wrote in Portuguese. Happily, the cloak is now removed by this handsome translation of a massive satire that anatomized Portugal's pathetic aristocracy and stands today, against any standards, as a major 19th century novel...
...Pope than for other men will blustery winds die down at will. Time and again the Pope had to clutch desperately at his white zucchetto (skullcap) to keep it from sailing off into the air. During his farewell speech at Kennedy Airport, a stray gust whipped Paul's cloak over his head and face-and for an incongruous, hilarious split second, the spiritual leader of 584 million Roman Catholics looked like nothing so much as a grownup playing peekaboo with the children...