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...until a satisfactory stage director can be found. She admits that she cannot think of one. "I can wait," she says philosophically. "But who knows? I may be too old when it finally happens." A third wish is that a fine young tenor would appear on the opera horizon. "My three tenors," as she refers to Luciano Pavarotti, Placido Domingo and Alfredo Kraus, will do nicely for now, but at 37, Anderson is at least twelve years younger than any of them. What to do, she wonders, when they retire...
...flee from their village and hide in the capaciousness of the capital: "Long before I saw London I smelt it in the bitter smoke of sea-coal that began to prickle my nostrils and the back of my throat, and then I saw the dark cloud on the horizon that grew and grew and that was made up of the smoke of hundreds of thousands of chimneys...
...were led back to our cell. "Do we get any food now?" I asked Paul. He shook his head. "Not till lunch". I asked how long he thought it would be till we went to trial. "I dunno. A day, six months...". I saw Harvard disappearing over the horizon; my plane was due to leave the following week. The day passed. We tore up a newspaper and made some cards (I still have them). Dennis cheated at poker. Zac and I began to devise schemes for release. We agreed that if one of us feigned illness, he could...
From the spectacular mountain setting of McMurdo Station, Lemonick flew 800 miles to the South Pole, a featureless expanse of white that stretches to the horizon. "We arrived at 2 a.m. on a brilliantly sunny night," he recalls. "They were having a heat wave -- ten below zero, the record high for the year." Lemonick was relieved to return to the relatively mild climes of McMurdo Station, where the temperatures hovered in the 30s. He might have enjoyed McMurdo even more had he known what was waiting for him back in New York City: a cold snap, with temperatures dipping into...
...Church's valediction to his dead master, To the Memory of Cole, 1848, with its rose-wreathed cross on a mountainside between two emblems -- the tree stump (death) and the evergreens (posthumous fame) -- carries the Claudean stereotype into America. The billows of pink and white cloud on its far horizon predict the grand effects that Church's later work would seek as it moved from Claude to a closer model, Turner...