Word: madnesses
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...essay the role of the brooding, mordantly comic, half-mad prince is to brave comparison with Garrick and Booth, Burton and Olivier. Kline may not yet rank among that pantheon, but he has vaulted over his contemporaries with this production. His performance ripens and changes night by night. It still seems unfinished in some scenes, too cautious in others, and is on the whole a bit quiet and constrained to energize a melodrama nearly four hours long. But he speaks the text with clarity and command, and he makes Hamlet believable as a whirlpool of contradictions: an inconstant avenger...
With Samuel's business in Socialist shambles, it fell to the pampered Volodya to become the family breadwinner by hastily beginning his public career. "My father cautioned against doing anything mad. Madness was not having a good home filled with music, good food and good companions. Madness was depriving his children of what he felt they deserved. Madness for him was leaving Russia; the land was his soul and his heart. But he could send his son out and give the son his blessings because he believed music has no boundaries and no barriers...
...went. From the opening bars of the finale, Horowitz raced ahead with all the mad passion of a cossack charge. "I played louder, faster and more notes than Tchaikovsky wrote," he later recalled. Beecham tried to rally, but there would be no catching up. "I was doing it my way. He was doing it his way," says Horowitz. "On the first night, Beecham came in second." The pianist finished several bars ahead of the orchestra. The audience erupted in a frenzy. In the New York Times, Music Critic Olin Downes captured the intensity of the moment. "A whirlwind of virtuoso...
What am I doing here? What are any of us doing here--a flock of mad ducks flown north for the winter, descending noisily on this modest, good-mannered nation? We're here for the story, naturally: journalists always turn their heads where the noise is. For the nearness of power too. Merely the thought of the two big bosses sitting knee to knee, tossing the world's well-being back and forth, is enough to thump the journalistic heart. Back in Reykjavík, in that stout symmetrical house by the water, an abstract enmity is reduced...
...hammer and sickle on the other ($20) and all manner of Reagan-Gorbachev T shirts celebrating the great event ($11.44). Top of the line was a commemorative ashtray with real gold lettering ($50). Some of the stores opened their doors on Sunday to satisfy souvenir-mad summiteers...