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...Radio City Rockettes, descend from the ceiling in sentinel boxes. Their number is followed by blonde-wigged nudes and a sleekly sophisticated pas de deux executed by a pair of Petit's dancers. Finally, following a flurry of furs, sequins and extravagant nudes, the inimitable Zizi appears. Her ink black hair is clipped into a skull cap, and her raspy, pushcart-vendor voice keeps the audience in thrall for two solid hours...
...Aquarium seemed like treading through Louisiana in the earliest morning, interrupting the scudding smokes of the rousing heat and resolute dry plants, with a newspaper tucked implacably, disharmoniously under arm. There should be a sign: "Leave your newspapers at the door. Don't soil the flowers with their bleeding ink." So I stepped out of the Aquarium onto the gentle and savage bottom of another ocean, shifting with colorful creatures, some moody, some violent. I was happy in the reflection that we had the sunlight to illumine the cathedral corals as well as the virulent, striving tangles of growths through...
...credit consists of exactly 67? cash (in the playwright's pocket) and $1,200 in unpaid hotel bills. Suddenly a dragon of a hotel inspector is breathing fire down everyone's neck. Fortuitously, a backer appears. At one of many crucial and hilarious moments, Miller, with no ink in his pen, frantically tries to pierce his wrist and draw blood so that the angel can sign the contract. From then on, Miller merely sweats blood through one farcical contretemps after another until his production finally becomes a smash...
Alas, Herman might as well have saved his ink, for the previous year the first nugget had been found in California, the first great rushes had been speeding through hearts and minds across the land, and Herman's malediction was even then being giggled at by the first of the fabulous western folk...
Cross-legged on the floor she threw her three times three and scratched her hexagram in purple ink on the tail of a sheet which had dribbled down off the bed and looked it up in her ancient yellow pages. What was she asking? About what to do now, or what to do next...