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...there is so much to be said for letting the fur fly, for openly acknowledging your enemy and allowing him to have at you with the full force of his puny, flaccid mind. It is even more pleasurable to give than receive, to hone one's words until they gleam, and watch them fly in lovely arcs toward one's fellow creatures. How happy Sir Edward Coke must have been when he told Sir Walter Raleigh: "There never lived a viler viper upon the face of the earth than thou." How empty Whistler must have felt...
Only 2 in. to 3 in. long when fully grown, the gypsy-moth caterpillar looks harmless enough: a brownish, multilegged strip of fur with telltale pairs of red and blue spots running down its back. But looks are deceptive. Ever since 1869, when it was inadvertently turned loose in Massachusetts by a misguided French naturalist who wanted to cross the European gypsy with the silkworm to produce a disease-resistant hybrid that would eat virtually anything, it has been munching its way across the Northeast. As many as 30,000 caterpillars can infest a single tree, and each of them...
...hand and began flailing frantically to chase it away-or maybe even to split a hare. Aides scoffed when Jimmy first regaled them with his rabbit feat, until they learned that a White House photographer had recorded the incident. No doubt about it. The hare-rowing tail was fur real...
...flying boats. A car chase and a barroom brawl. Abduction by submarine. Supernatural forces. A brainy professor who turns into a roguish soldier of fortune between semesters. A heroine who talks tough, loves hard and punches with either hand. A traitorous monkey-yes, a treacherous little bundle of chattering fur who constantly betrays the good guys until he is dispatched by a poisoned date, not a minute too soon...
...myth Wedekind was working out in his plays--the rise and fall of a wild beast of sex--and tried to find a contemporary stage technology and idiom to match. He found it in touches like giant close-up projections of Lulu's eyeballs or skin, a luxuriant fur rug on which Lulu lounged like a restless tiger, and a high-tech set with mikes and floodlights that looked more like a recording studio than a stage. Breuer took plenty of license with Wedekind, but you can't help imagining Wedekind the experimenter nodding in approval. If necessary...