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David P. Crews, associate professor of Biology and Psychology, said yesterday he has found that female garter snakes hyperventilate during courtship, stretching their scales apart and releasing the blood-borne pheromones, which attract male garter snakes...
...verse well enough to warrant being entrusted with both the Duke of Burgundy and the herald Montjoy. But Isabelle Rosier is an unalloyed delight as the 19-year-old princess Katharine, whom Henry woos with inadequate French even while wearing the correct French motto of the Order of the Garter embroidered on his leg riband...
Despite her protestations, every line reflects an unquenchable zest for living. As a young woman, she is fascinated with a nest of garter snakes, looking "like so many silk shoelaces." In middle age she embraces a languid October day, which has a "warmth so imperious and so gentle that it seems a form of grace." About the same time she meets the man who is to become her third husband. "The sea and the sand have become my native elements," she exclaims. "So is love. Am I not an abominable creature? (I need you to assure me otherwise...
...innocence, The Sleeping Beauty: Collier might be Princess Aurora as she appears in the vision scene. Mostly, though, the ballet stays close to the music and its own fresh nature. That makes the gaudy, tacky costumes, designed by William Chappell, all the harder to understand. Baryshnikov has a golden garter and a necklace. The other men have little glitters sewn onto their tights. The women look less camped up, but they do wear quantities of rhinestones. The kindest conclusion is that it was all intended to convey some imaginary land where, as Yeats said, there are "silver apples...
...long-stemmed can-can dancers kick, whirl and cartwheel, split, shimmy and pirouette to Offenbach's rollicking La Vie Parisienne. In a reverse striptease, a comely Victorian lass in black stockings and garter belt dresses up in corset and crinoline for a grand occasion orchestrated by Strauss. The star of the show, callipygian Linda Bardot, clad mostly in a pearly headdress, twirls around under a filigreed umbrella, mouthing in puffick Cockney Oi'm Aownly aye Bird in aye Gilded Cayge. Between and after the twice-nightly shows, the place becomes a disco where the windows vibrate past midnight...