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Kabul does retain some scraps of its former character. Donkeys laden with wicker panniers of fruit plod along the muddy side streets. Women beggars, their faces concealed completely by hoods with mesh eye holes, wail for baksheesh outside rug stores. Turbaned tribesmen from the mountains stride along shouldering huge bundles. Boys offer sticks of lamb shashlik grilled over charcoal at street corners. Outside moviehouses there are garish posters of Afghan-made westerns in which ersatz Omar Sharifs twirl six-shooters in each hand. But the cinemas are open only in the afternoons, and ticket sales are slow because...
When he ultimately dies a real death, Gloucester collapses to the stage and remains there, an unmoving corpse, for an hour. Clemenson's endurance is remarkable. Sellars has turned his actors into marathon runners moving--not always smoothly--through their paces. Admirably, he has tried to mesh an Elizabethan notion of the play with an ill-defined space-age concept. He successfully holds to many 16th Century traditions but engulfs them with gadgets and gimmickry...
...handles, smoked windows and tail lights of one limo and forms again on the next, moving down the line until it drops off, lost in the gutter. Across from the Royale Theater, where a golden marquee has promoted Grease for seven years, the drunk stops to shuffle through a mesh trash can. He finds nothing but a wadded Times, straightens to resume his stroll and turns up Eighth Avenue...
What infuriates the whites is that the Chippewas use gill nets, which are wide-mesh devices that also trap and kill lake trout and coho salmon. Both are among the game fish that Michigan spends $1.6 million a year to stock in its waters. Whites fear that Chippewa gill netters will clean out the trout and cohos, and destroy the state's $350 million-a-year sport-fishing industry. Myrl Keller, a state fish biologist, calls the Indians' use of the nets a "malicious, wasteful mode of fishing...
...horizon. I make out a small rectangular building surrounded by dots, a small field and then trees and lakes. The air swirls silently. A band of trees approaches but I glance once more to the parachute, the sky and the horizon. The stiff branches of the trees mesh and grow larger. I cover my face, bring my feet together, and fall into the brush. At the trailer, Don hears loud snapping and sends out one of his assistants. Sal. Sal sprints across the field and comes to the edge of the woods. "You O.K.?" he yells. "Yeah," I answer...