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...Kramer is saying you can't force people to do what you want, he's right. If he's trying to justify his own retreat from over-immersion in a kind of political action that had very little immediate effect, he needn't bother. If he's trying to say that you can't figure out how to make correct revolution, he's wrong. And the problem is that I don't think he believes himself either. As "curator" of a way of life which besides its narrow cultural horizons also, in Kramer's eyes, embodies creativity, cooperation, close contact...
STILL, IN PRINCIPLE, this criteria could be extended to any citizen who decided to take up an observer's position in order to "enlarge his intellectual viewpoint." (Since it is actions, and not sentiments that are here required to be neutral, a journalist needn't express a neutral point of view. "Ideological plugola" would be allowed.) And because most citizens would be unwilling to always adopt such a disinterested stance, the instances where such a privilege would be granted would be inherently limited. Perhaps fulfillment of the traditional ideal of neutrality, at least with respect to actions, is the price...
...artist in Paris, falls in and out of passionate love with Claude, turns consumptive, dies. Claude writes a novel. Muriel, a thirty-year-old virgin schoolteacher, returns for one last evening with her first and only love who obligingly and summarily deflowers her. One could go on, one needn...
...king. Ever since Oklahoma' had hit the scene in the forties, musicals were presumed to be merely souped up dramas. Lyrics had to advance the plot and dances were expected to serve some dramatic function. Cabaret was one of the few musicals of the middle sixties to say that needn't be so. Although Cabaret did retain many vestiges of the traditional musical--it had a plot all right and its characters still sang their thoughts to each other whenever that plot hit a crucial junction--it also introduced seemingly non-integrated throwaway numbers that commented on the plot rather...
...Have you all met Mr. Chick? Well then I needn't tell you his gig. An ex-Marine karate instructor and just then they lead Terry in and Mr. Chick sucks in the air his cheeks are puffed out and his eyes bug out and his shoulders draw back in the classical Chick and all of the sudden the little man with the beerbelly is a hulking 30 pounds bigger, a devil bird about to tear apart the cop station and Terry has this big bruise over his eye you know, either from running into a branch drunk...