Word: cupolaed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...pipe organ, densely dissonant sonorities clashed and blended over the listeners' heads. Full-throated blares, splintery muted phrases, the crooning tones of the soprano trombone, the rumble of its contrabass relative-all seemed to accelerate in a circular motion, spinning into the cathedral's 190-ft. cupola like an earthly echo of the music of the spheres...
High above the stage is a cupola-shaped structure outlined with electric bulbs, as if for a summer festival. In it, a string quartet plays beguiling Viennese waltzes. Directly beneath it, on the stage proper, is a butcher shop openly displaying huge gory carcasses hung from steel hooks. The images form a contrapuntal irony. This is a subcutaneous play in which maggots infest the corrupt body of a seemingly sound and smugly self-satisfied society. The true atmosphere of the play is the stench of impending Nazism...
...grand coup, however, is inside: the East Building's central court, which rises through a complex series of levels, bridges, stairways, escalators and ramps to its culmination in the tetrahedronal space frame-skylight. This court is the "rhyme" to the West Building's cupola, but is utterly different in feeling. Here Pei has produced a ceremonial space fit to rank with the main foyer of the Paris Opera or the grandest of the 19th century's glass-and-iron railroad terminals. It projects an encompassing sense of airiness and ebullience, washed by light. From the concourse 80 ft. below...
Bradbury begins with an unbeatable bit of boyish goofiness not 500 words long. It is the summer of 1928 and twelve-year-old Douglas Spaulding wakes up in his cupola bedroom, high above his grandparents' house in "Green Town," the author's own Waukegan, Ill. The boy knows his duty: to wake the town. Silently, he commands, " 'Everyone yawn. Everyone up.' The great house stirred below. 'Grandpa, get your teeth from the water glass!' He waited a decent interval. 'Grandma and Great Grandma, fry hot cakes!' The warm scent of fried batter...
...cracked open. In one of these houses lived a crazy old lady of the Capote/Faulkner stamp, her house full of wilted memories and flowers, whose special craziness was keeping turtles, five or six dime-store turtles in crystalline plastic dishes. She lived in a large place with a cupola and wouldn't let anyone in, even the local landmarks society who wanted to help preserve the house from destruction and her from eviction...