Word: frame
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...fabric of history, which T. S. Eliot stretched upon a strangely spiritual frame, is restored to a more human and traditional shape by Richard Corum's brilliant direction of Murder in the Cathedral. Corum's work gains its vigor by rejecting Eliot's theological interpretation of Becket's martyrdom. From a poetically beautiful but theatrically impossible play, he has created an intellectually indecisive drama of enormous power...
...much bigger than I expected, and his large, broad face swivels slowly around at the audience, alternately pointing sharp nose and sharper chin at text and people. His hair parts, clerical-tightly, very neat; and his steel-frame glasses glitter and twinkle angrily. He stoops a little, like an old professor, and stands reading without a gesture. The tone and what he is reading give one the sense of listening to the words of a great stone oracle. All this makes him sound much more formidable than he really is, for what makes this stone oracle in black tie seem...
...housewife can leave her door key, and the corner delicatessen that stays open past midnight; the locksmith and the cobbler, and the florist's potted sidewalk garden; the front-stoop squads with time and chitchat on their hands; the old man gazing like a mute portrait from the frame of his second-story window; and the strangely silent Sunday morning, sweet with the smell of freshly washed streets...
Past the Grave. Firbank was as queer a bird as ever fluttered. Pathological shyness contorted his thin frame. It constricted his throat so that he could hardly eat in company; at a dinner given for him, he managed to down one green pea. At his club, he once took fright at the sight of the headwaiter and hid under the table. He had, of course, an independent income (poor people with Firbank's temperament simply die or are shut away). He came from solid stock: his grandfather worked his way up from the coal mines to become a contractor...
Anka is a devoted admirer of Elvis Presley, but onstage his style consciously avoids imitation of the master. Planting his mitey (5 ft. 4 in., 135 lbs.) frame firmly on the boards, he neither rocks nor rolls, and his pelvis is so steady that it could house a seismograph. "I go out there to comfort the people," he says. His ministrations are weakest when he is doing old standards like Stardust or his gasping version of Hello Voting Lovers. But his fans are really there to hear Anka sing Anka, and he always scores with Diana, You Are My, Destiny...