Word: passion
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...rejected Lord Jim, Dysart keeps asking himself, "why should I make this boy one of us, why not leave him in his own world?" For Dysart is the victim of a low sperm count, a Laodicean marriage, and "professional menopause" and he almost wants to preserve Strang's passion in a world he sees as otherwise dull and godless...
Strang's crime has to do with horses--he blinds six of them for no immediately apparent reason, passion is a misplaced religious feeling for horses as all-seeing gods that developed out of his father's refusal to let him ride a horse when a child and his mother's proselityzing fervor (or so the play simplistically postulates). And the ritual that surrounds this passion plumbs to the depths of the unconscious mind: of sexuality, aggressiveness, bestiality, and the need to explain this world through some from of myth...
...attention for both the audience and the play's other characters. When he first appears on the stage he stares at Dysart, confused and questioning. And he doesn't quite seem to get this accusing look that Dysart later claims he puts on to say, "I have my passion... What's yours?" Not that this is inconsistent with Alan Strang's character. It seems more appropriate that he always be questioning and that this "accusing glare" Dysart reads into his eyes be more a reflection of Dysart's own inadequacies...
Racism: It seems sometimes that people avoid that term with a passion. I think one of the reasons Professor Ewart Guinier turns some people off is that he raises his voice when he says "racism." Everyone, white and black, knows he's crazy, because racism is only in South Boston. It is a minor problem, just an idiosyncrasy that some white people picked up somewhere. Nothing serious, of course. Apartheid? That could never happen here in the States. It seems to me that there are blacks as dark as the South Africans, and whites as whites as the Afrikaaners here...
Cheney is tight-lipped and intensely loyal, but in contrast to the frequently brusque Rumsfeld, he is outwardly relaxed on the job. His long hours and increased responsibilities are likely to leave Cheney little time to indulge his passion for summer mountain-climbing expeditions in Wyoming and Colorado with his wife Lynne, to whom he was married in 1964. The Cheneys live with their two daughters, aged six and nine, in Bethesda...