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...your helmet so the fans can see how tough you are and you puff up your chest so they can see what a big mother you are and then you're in the stadium; the sounds coming from the stands are reassuringly loud and the grass feels thick and lush and you finally
...Dickens era is well begun with this production of Hard Times, which is as spare as The Pallisers is lush. Whether PBS intended it or not, the two series are ideal companions. Trollope wrote of power struggles in Parliament and of intrigue under the topiary at the country house of the Duke of Omnium. In Hard Times Dickens explained what life was like for those who could only peer through the gates-and how much misery it cost to maintain those ducal shrubs in such well-shaved elegance...
That A Place to Come To works as well as it does is largely due to Warren's poetic mastery of language. While his diction is less lush than Faulkner's his syntax less consistently run-on, he possesses a marked gift for penning phrases laden with metaphorical richness. His characters struggle to evade the "doomful tangle of time" and watch music flowing over faces like "the flow of fate as it returned upon itself." In winding torrents of words, they unthread the skein of illusions cloaking their lives, acknowledging its demise in cold, sudden, one-sentence paragraphs. Tone, metaphor...
...center of the new Adams-Quincy House production of A Mid-summer Night's Dream is the lush poetry of Shakespeare and images of reverie and nightmare woven together carefully, like a speall. In Titania's bower, the faries who also appear as courtiers in the opening coreographed scenes and set the eerie tone of the show, develop insect-like personalities. And in a long, wicked laugh, the dark underside of Puck is revealed. The elaborate production has been weaved together by the people who brought The Beggar's Opera to Adams House last year. In the stage's flood...
...waiting to be dragged away, of a body being disemboweled, of a hand turning over a rock to reveal worms crawling underneath, the filter is removed, and reality--conscious reality--glints forth in images of pastoral purity. We are back in Providence, Gielgud's luxurious estate, framed by equally lush verdure and a glittering lake, and the context of the preceding segments is gradually clarified...