Word: expression
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Would you like a chocolate, mad-ame?" asked the elegant Oriental as the overnight express to St.-Gervais in the French Alps pulled out of Paris' Gare de Lyon. Even though she should have been careful-after all, she and the stranger were alone in the compartment -Mme. Huguette Munck accepted a bonbon. It tasted bitter...
Alfred said that a director will be chosen in July, and remarked, "Most theatrical directors are like bad directors of orchestras; they change the music to express themselves...
...present ritual of "April Chaos"--the complicated process of bartering and raiding by which Masters fill their quotas--Von Stade suggests a more peaceful procedure: an "anonymous" committee would relieve the Masters of their selection duties. Freshmen would still be able to apply in roommate groups, but they would express no House choice. Left essentially unchanged would be the intricate formula that restricts each House to a certain number of Group One students, preppies, jocks, and other personality types. The new committee would attempt to create the same rough balance in each House that the Masters now labor...
...unseen prostitutes who have infiltrated the tennis courts. It becomes apparent that the members are either vulgar or epicene, and need a supercilious, tuxedo-skinned British barman to insult and be insulted by. The two sons present would like the two fathers present to drop dead. When the girls express their contempt by simultaneously breaking wind and then pelt the place with tennis balls, plaster spills, roof beams totter, and it becomes clear that Kopit is one of the cosmic jokesmiths who want playgoers to read books of revelation between the wisecracks. What Tennis may portend is that self-contained...
...that Arthur Turbitzky, a nice, repressed Jewish boy, bestows on himself, explaining to the reader "Platz means place in Jewish and German. It also means to burst." "The Mexican Pony Rider" is also a pseudonym; behind it, an unnamed juvenile delinquent prowls Manhattan, fancying himself a blend of pony-express rider ("Nothing bugged them") and Marlon Brando in Viva Zapata! These formless reveries might make source material for an analyst, who is paid to listen...