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...Oregon artist, rancher and father of two young sons, offers more ideas: "Build a summer cabin, save the hoot owl, collect thunder eggs, build a telescope, pioneer in Alaska, which desperately needs able people." If the family still lacks a common crisis, says Hutchison, "Hire a wolf to howl at the door...
...brows are as dark as doom, her profile is chiseled in luminous Pentelic marble. What she brings to Iphigenia is something that seldom exists on any stage: the adrenal flow of a mother's love and grief. When Clytemnestra learns that Iphigenia cannot be saved, she utters a howl of desolation that seems to be torn from her womb, as if a cycle of pain that had begun with the child's birth were ending. She is all mothers in the unbearable hour of loss...
Olivier is malignantly and magnificently feral, dangerous precisely because he is a wounded animal clawing at the specter of death. One waits for the Olivier howl, and it comes-but not as the inhuman scream of the blinded Oedipus, or as his trumpet call to glory in Henry V: "God for Harry, England, and St. George!" In words charged with pain and hurtling toward frenzy, Olivier vengefully announces that he wants a divorce in order to "unite my destiny with that of a woman who together with devotion to her husband will also bring into this household youth...
...schools are turning to mechanical protection devices such as Chicago's ingenious sound-wave system, whose disruption lights lamps, sets off bells and sirens and alerts everybody in the neighborhood. Because this is so expensive, Chicago generally uses a $12 "Prowl Alarm" that greets intruders with an unearthly howl. But Chicago authorities would prefer putting police dogs in every school...
...second husband ("whom I did not love") and the cold, mechanical commissar, and above all between herself and the doctor. "The Russia I have lost," she writes, "the Russia that has been taken from me by a cruel fate, as she was taken from Yuri Andreyevich Zhivago . . . wolves howl on your snow-covered plains, the land is still prey to folly and desolation, and there is no end to the rule of the Pharisees. I shall not see you again, I shall not see you for a long time, you have been taken away, abducted . . . but what am I saying...