Word: echo
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When Chicago's Auditorium Theater opened in 1889, Pullmans, Palmers and Fields descended on the great granite edifice on Michigan Avenue in a stream of horse-drawn carriages. Inside, men stood and cheered as Adelina Patti sang Home Sweet Home, followed up with the Swiss Echo Song as an encore. President Benjamin Harrison, seated in a special box at the side of the stage, leaned toward Vice President Levi Morton and murmured, "New York surrenders, eh?" So it seemed that night in the magnificent hall, proudly proclaimed on the program to be "the Parnassus of modern civilization...
...demonstrations against the Dow Chemical Company merely echo what occurred in the movie industry in the early 1950's. It was called "blacklisting" in those days...
...play begins with the flip of a coin-an act that finds its echo later when the Player King says, "Life is a gamble, at terrible odds-if it was a bet, you wouldn't take it." Just as the play is a kind of jangled echo chamber of Hamlet, so each word, event, mood and character develops an echo. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are echoes of each other, since they perpetually confuse each other's names. They have been summoned to Elsinore by Claudius, or by fate, and they seem to be dawdling apprehensively...
...laughing matter. In Pinter as in Kafka, punishment presupposes guilt, even if the crime is unspecified. The act of atonement is always arbitrary. In expiation, a Pinter hero-victim may lose his life, or his wife, or his mind. Kafka's religious overtones find no echo in Pinter. To him, the universe runs with the remorseless senselessness of a concentration camp...
...weren't fans, we were spectators plugged into a WHDH announcer whose voice sounded like breakfast, and worse yet, into distant, unimportant football games. Notre Dame vs. Purdue. How are the Boilermakers doing? Yanked back and forth in this echo chamber, one received a startling impression of America on a Saturday afternoon. A vast vacuum crossed only by baseballs, footballs, and flying hysterics...