Word: mined
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...After a firefight, you find one American invader wounded by a spike trap, two vicious henchmen blown up by a grenade booby trap and five puppet soldiers shattered by a mine. How many dead and wounded are there...
...show. Also that the terror inherent in the confrontation of the fairies with the oncoming dawn goes beyond interpretive rightness and suggests a vision of dimension and paradox not easily dismissable; also that the emphasis on Helena's "And I have found Demetrius like a jewel/Mine own, and not mine own" and Paul Schmidt's delivery of Oberon's "Her dotage now I do begin to pity" speech suggest an individual and serious attitude about love and love-making; also that the third-act curtain (which I won't ruin by describing) and the corresponding images...
...tells Bolingbroke, "Here, cousin, seize the crown," and beckons with a finger. On yielding up the crown and sceptre, Richard's hands tremble and his voice stutters. In short, Richard the Actor has failed; and this is unacceptable. Still, Madden does strike straight to the heart in his outcry, "Mine eyes are full of tears; I cannot...
...songs." He even carried over the original gospel tunes and changed the words to fit the emotion. "Lord" became "you," or "baby," and it didn't matter if the bulk of the prayerful text remained the same. Thus Clara Ward's rousing old gospel song, This Little Light of Mine, became Charles's This Little Girl of Mine. (A wonderful indemnification!) Oldtimers who had once been forced to choose between the two genres were offended. "I know that's wrong," said Bluesman and former Preacher Big Bill Broonzy. "He should be singing in a church...
...sometimes, without warning, fill a church, causing the church, as Leadbelly and so many others have testified, to "rock." Nothing that has happened to me since equals the power and the glory that I sometimes felt when . . . the church and I were one. Their pain and their joy were mine, and mine were theirs . . . and their cries of "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!" and "Yes, Lord!," "Praise His name!," "Preach it, brother!" sustained and whipped on my solos until we all became equal, wringing wet singing and dancing, in anguish and rejoicing, at the foot of the altar...