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...Wales. There were no ambiguities in the mine valley of Nye Sevan's youth; life could be sketched as a charcoal cartoon. In Tredegar, it was lived between the pits and the chapel. The visible enemy was the Tredegar Iron & Coal Co., and the audible heroes were the preachers in the chapels and the orators in the miners' lodges. Nye Bevan grew up in a time when Welsh nonconformity was moving from religion to politics, and Nye moved with the times. He easily shed the Methodist-Baptist faith of his home, because it transformed so easily into political...
Bevan did not promise, however, to told his tongue. Almost alone in the Commons he would heckle when the Churchillian grand strategy failed. "Merchant of discourtesy," snapped Churchill across the floor of the House. "Better than being a wholesaler of disaster," retorted Nye...
...this boy of easy, brilliant talents went into the pits like his father and grandfather before him. That he became a Marxist is not surprising. It was hard not to have hard feelings about the Tredegar Iron & Coal Co. One early strike eloquently led by young Nye was called because the company had docked a miner a day's pay: the idle fellow had taken off part of the working day to convey home the body of a comrade killed working down the pit. So the world was black and white for young Nye Bevan as he became...
Shaw's Cleopatra has feline forebears. During her sixteenth year, Caesar does not, as so many critics have maintained, turn a cat into a queen (Shakespeare shows us the Queen Cleopatra); he turns an untrained kitten into a full-grown cat. Miss Nye is careful always to preserve her felinity -- through the way she lounges on the right paw of the Sphinx, indulges in catty grimaces, voices her petulant "But me! me!! me!!! what is to become of me?," plans Ftatateeta's murder with paw-like hands, and poses with crossed arms at the final fade-out. An occasional huskiness...
Caesar coolly masterminds the whole play. Yet his statements and actions are purposefully chameleonic and inconsistent--but convincing nevertheless, when well played. Against Miss Nye's Cleopatra, the Caesar of George Voskovec is disappointing. The core of Caesar lies in the fact that whatever he says or does has no motivation other than the quite sufficient one that it is natural for this unique personage at the moment...