Word: moonlighting
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...second offering of its premiere engagement in Los Angeles, the British National Theater performs with its usual eclat while somewhat scanting the poetic mood music of the play. Chekhov is not wholly Chekhovian without a certain hauntingly sad fragility, like a Chopin nocturne heard by moonlight. In the manner of his closest U.S. counterpart, Tennessee Williams, Chekhov is a poet of bruised hearts and defeated hopes, a laureate of losers...
...wind like drawn bows as Fred hung Melina's sponge in a spruce and sprinkled the trunk with a liquid lure made from the sex glands of a doe. Nothing worked. "The only thing left to do," said Fred, blackening his face with soot, "is hunt by moonlight and shoot by shape." Shortly after dusk, his eye caught the reflection of antlers in the moonlight. Again it was the big buck, and again he was moving enticingly close-70 yards, 65, 60. Then the wind shifted, the buck snorted and disappeared into the night...
...tell you who the average man is. He's the guy who works hard all day and maybe comes home too tired to move, but he has to moonlight anyway to pay his bills. He wants to educate his kids. He wants his neighborhood to be peaceful and clean. He doesn't have a doorman. His kids go to public schools. He rides the subways and the buses. He never burned his draft card or a flag, and he never will. He tries to play the game by the rules, and for that he's getting pushed into a corner...
...poem suggests, makes peace-or else fails to make peace-with ancestors whose names, whose very tribes, were long since lost to consciousness . Henri Rousseau's pitch-black Snake Charmer reigns at Paris' Jeu de Paume. She makes immense cold phallic serpents writhe into the moonlight, sleepily. One may identify with her, or them, but either way one finds Rousseau's image pasted permanently to the back of one's brainpan. Those serpents keep on slithering through the jungle of one's own nerve endings, while that level flute pours silence drawn from striped pools...
...Diane recalled telling him, "I will stay by you." The two napped; then Mrs. Pike decided after all to try to reach help. "I really thought we'd both die," she remembers, "so Jim and I said goodbye to each other." She walked all night, guided only by moonlight. Once, hemmed in by sheer canyon walls, she had to scale an almost vertical cliff while "simply hanging from the rocks." Later, on a steep downhill grade, she was so exhausted she simply lay down and rolled until she stopped. Finally, near dawn, some Gaza Arabs working...