Word: earthness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Diafoirus, the son of one of his doctors. Needless to say, Cleante is a young Achilles, and Thomas Diafoirus a big booby. Throughout the first three quarters of the play, Argan perseveres in his blindness until, through a series of ingenious plots and disguises, he is brought down to earth, and the young love of Angelique and Diafoirus carries...
...might guess, directing Sligar and Son is not of the most enviable jobs on God's Earth. Still, Chris Sorensen could have done more to soften the blows the plawright's pen have wrought. With a heavy-handed script, heavy-handed performances aren't exactly the order of the day, yet that is primarily what we get from the largely freshman cast. Typical is Glenn Schewtz as the gum-chewing father. He has a strange way with a line, and Sorensen might have tried to correct the problem. Schewtz starts off slow and loud, then becomes fast and loud like...
Scanning from the left seat, Pilot Pat Evans spotted a brilliant flash on a hilltop 7,900 feet below. A pair of fighter planes wheeled in, tossing bombs into the jungle. Then a string of helicopters settled to earth and squads of infantrymen leaped from them, firing as they ran. Evans shrugged. "They are fighting like hell down there," he said, "and for us it is business as usual...
...finds in Europe. Like a fallen angel, he keeps looking homeward for the revitalizing sensual graces of Algeria. And in these journeys are intimations of the ideas in his future writings. In the heavy stone city of Oran, he finds a refreshing boredom in the ordinary down-to-earth commercialism that appears as the setting for his later novel, The Plague. Among the flowers and ruins at Tipasa, Camus discovers that " 'I see' equals I believe,' " and this supports his idea about living intensely for the present moment...
...natural renewal that defies the despair leading to suicide: "The violent bath of sun and wind drained me of all strength. I scarcely felt the quivering of wings inside me, life's complaint, the wea' rebellion of the mind. Soon, scattered to the four corners of the earth, self-forgetful and self-forgotten, I am the wind and within it, the columns and the archway, the flagstones warm to the touch, the pale mountains around the deserted city. And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present...