Word: magics
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...give way to something desolate. In seasons as short of snow as recent ones, what little snow there is never quite gets a purchase on the mountain, and blows off into the valleys and trees. Who knows where it goes really? Where does a frustrated spirit sweep away the magic white dust? Why does that spirit return to the mountain...
...crude--maybe because it's too useful. His words are ones we use and over-use--"ego," "repression"--for want of better ones. This is not good enough for someone whose whole business is the delicate shading of every sense and tone. Such horrors as the scene in The Magic Mountain when Thomas Mann has his heroine ask to borrow the hero's pencil are ample warning that novels ought to be sources for the psychologist and not vice versa. For Nabokov, art is more fundamental than sex. And even Freud, unlike many Freudians, realized, 1) that...
...city--it was a dream. Travellers marvelled at its mosques and bazaars, which nothing in Europe could rival, and many a drafty northern castle was adorned with the glowing carpets for which Isfahan was renowned. Shah Abbus and The of Isfahan, at the Fogg until February 24, recreates the magic of the fabled Persian city with a rich and varied collection of beautiful objects from tomb covers to archer's rings...
...Cortese, it is about the making of a movie called "Meet Pamela." Truffaut is perhaps too enamored, wistfully so, of his material--movie-making comes off as an experiment in building T-group togetherness. The actors live harder than the parts they play, high all the time off the magic of movie-making. The movie itself is pieced together out of bits of the actors' lives that develop in the course of its making. It's rather a haphazard day-by-day process, highly prone to accidents that to derail it irrevocably--all very nicely de-mystified...
...harbor "macro-organisms" the size of polar bears, who crunch rocks for water, sport silicon skins to protect themselves against deadly sunburn, and hibernate for thousands of years at a stretch. Sagan also contemplates astro-engineered civilizations so far advanced that their accomplishments would seem to us "indistinguishable from magic." He can easily imagine intergalactic, rapid-transit routes where "an object that plunges down a rotating black hole may re-emerge elsewhere and elsewhen-in another place and another time...