Word: dying
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...what a country! The sparsely populated Cambodian outback (50% virgin jungle) harbors 7-ft. cobras that drop in for dinner. There is also a viper called the Two-Step-it bites you, you take two steps and die. Bees the size of shuttlecocks kamikaze across the steaming landscape, and Cambodian cockroaches get so big they almost block traffic. Noonday temperature at Siem-reap, the site of Angkor Wat, averages 130°, and dysentery is so prevalent that it has given rise to a style of half-trot called "the Cambodian canter...
...Cities luxuriates with bizarre effects that probably symbolize very little. Actors clang bells when they go on and off the set; scene changes are announced on a sign bordered with flashing yellow lights, and furniture is made out of boxes lettered with the words "love," "hate," "cat," and "die." Florid, epigrammatic dialogue matches the props, with lines like "Security is a pipe dream until the next ice age comes...
...word of explanation is needed. Haydn's Die Feuerbrunst was first performed in the late eighteenth century, when minuets were minuets and a man knew his place in society. Something happened, however, and the manuscript for the opera was lost. It turned up at Yale in an obscure collection several years ago, music and lyrics intact, but with the libretto missing. Some Yale graduate students promptly translated the songs and wrote a libretto around them. As might be expected of Yalies, they produced a real abortion--twentieth century humor built on eighteenth century rhymes, with an incredibly intricate plot...
...Turkish dogs, or we will kill you all!" This cry blared from a loudspeaker on an armor-plated bulldozer in the Cypriot coastal town of Ktima. From behind sandbags in the town's Turkish quarter, embattled partisans screamed back: "Come closer, you Greek swine, and you will die...
Burton-Becket hardly senses this obsession; his concern is his own soul, "Where honor should be, in me there is only a void," he tells his mistress (Sian Phillips). Then the easy-living courtier becomes archbishop, and fate summons him to uphold "the honor of God." But does he die to defend canon law, made great by the great office thrust upon him, or is he merely a self-appointed martyr in search of his Cain? Given a mass of ambiguities to project, Burton projects them remarkably well. He daringly meets the competition offered by O'Toole with...