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...fantasy. For the Romancer it's a terrifying land, more real than real, full of wind-smooth souls and forces which nudge us through life. "Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things that almost happen," wrote Nathaniel Hawthorne. Or, to quote Hunter's epigraph for Desire: "In the vocabulary of the sub-conscious there is a word for every shape and sound that goes unnoticed in passing time. Though we will never speak them, these words define our souls." Desire tries to lure those mysteries, words and footsteps, into the dusty ranges...
...part of the plan. Remember the epigraph: the never spoken words which define our souls. Desire attempts to chart Anastasia Vote's soul, and it must push us into mystery. Avoiding blatant tricks which we can reject as technological fantasy, Hunter mixes a plot to demolish the narrative and its constriction of imagination. He establishes several movements of time to confound each other and us. He builds and then destroys emotions so that just one impression lingers--the silence and unfathomable expression of that strange girl. Who is she? What is the news of this exploration into Romance, into...
Bulgakov's last irony is a tortured one supported by an epigraph from Goethe's Faust, to the effect that the Devil is the force that "wills forever evil yet does forever good." The Communist road of good intentions gives way to the hell of Soviet reality; this is Bulgakov's message-the essence of his "slander...
...epigraph, the author quotes Dylan Thomas' splendid hymn to his dying father: "Do not go gentle into that good night. / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / Rage rage against the dying of the light. . . ." Perhaps Simone de Beauvoir's rage against death was, as it explicitly was for Dylan Thomas, a form of prayer...
...plot is not the point. Buechner was concerned with destiny, not destinations, and Woyzeck, sensitively played by Heinrich Schweiger, is a lyric dirge to bruised humanity. The play is as durable and compassionate as the line that might have served as its epigraph: "Every man is an abyss, and you get dizzy looking into...