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...Caernarvon, where Charles was vested as Prince of Wales in 1969 by his mother, Queen Elizabeth II, the couple rested on two slate chairs in the castle courtyard. Overhead, the skies added their own dramatic greeting, going from sun to inky storm clouds, to rain and, finally, at dusk, to a rainbow that seemed to touch down just behind the battlements. When the couple emerged, Diana thrilled the young schoolgirls in the crowd by removing her gloves and wiggling her fingers so that they could get a glimpse of her engagement and wedding rings...
They stand in single file at the post-office window, their hair gray, the lines of their plain, neat dresses amplified by age and experience, their thoughts mixing hope and anxiety. It is midafternoon, and dusk is settling on their lives, but as they move up in line they permit themselves to wonder: Is there a letter for me today? The efficient, sympathetic mademoiselle behind the counter nods yes, and watches aging eyes light up-or says, "Hélas, non, madame," and averts her glance from a spinsterly face gone slack. When you send a letter to your love...
...begins with no music, just a whipsaw wind. Through the gauze of dusk forms a cluster of stars-no, a spider's web -the filigree work of predestination, trapping every animal who will pass through this forest. A fox sprints over the tall grass, fear in her eyes, an infant fox dangling from her clenched teeth. A gunshot sounds; a flock of birds rises from the grass. The fox is dead, her infant an orphan. Happy summer, boys and girls! This is the new Disney cartoon feature...
...Dusk was settling over a remote end of Soldiers Field last night, but the Harvard women's lacrosse team--the only nationally ranked spring team that doesn't train on the Charles--was still practicing for today's 3 p.m. game against Springfield College...
Ordinarily, conversation stops when a curtain goes up. But there is nothing ordinary about the current revival of The Little Foxes, and when the lights dim, audiences begin to buzz, like crickets waiting for dusk. "Where is she? How does she look? Has she lost weight?" Only when she has been onstage for five or ten minutes, do the whispers stop and the answers become clear: in her first stage role, Elizabeth Taylor looks beautiful, gorgeous, radiant. In a word, sensational. "I'm on a high," she admits. "I have a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of doing something...