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Unstuck. Far Eastern atmospherics were punishing to Western instruments-and instrumentalists. The glued parts of viols and woodwinds regularly came unstuck; humidity snapped the strings of three violas during Beethoven's "Eroica" in Ceylon. The heat could untune a piano half a tone in two hours and rot a dress suit in a matter of days. In Bangkok, with a temperature of 105° onstage and no fans, U.S. Ambassador John Peurifoy came backstage to insist that the men take off their white jackets. After that they often played in shirtsleeves, delicately abandoning suspenders in favor of belts...
...essence a variation on "the single grand theme"-man's birth through woman, and his love and death in the arms of woman. Modern poets have forgotten this, Graves argues, because the male revolt against female supremacy is long since an accomplished fact. The Greeks started the rot by taking the myths of their predecessors, the Pelasgians and others, and changing them from female to male. They gave the manly sun priority over the womanly moon. They made a hero out of a man like Hercules, changing him from a mere lover-victim of the goddess into a lusty...
...victory cost the Communists more than the U.A.W. Emboldened, the C.I.O.'s late President Phil Murray acted at last to cut the deep-seated Red rot out of the C.I.O. : eleven Communist-controlled unions were expelled and have since withered. Phil Murray, who once rated Reuther a bumptious redhead, eventually be came his friend and ally. When Murray died in 1952, Reuther ran for C.I.O. president. His campaign divided the C.I.O. bitterly. As usual...
...this, Gundelfinger replies: "I thought this Deutschland-uber-alles rot had been squelched after a World War. It certainly is disgusting to find Prussianism lifting its ugly head under the guise of 'loyalty' to one's Alma Mater whose students are educated men and not harbarians...
...four roaches are men, four derelicts on the rot in a Central American oil town. Mario (Yves Montand), a young Corsican with meaty good looks and the gross itch they often portend, ekes out his boredom by cadging bliss at a local refreshment booth (Vera Clouzot). Jo (Charles Vanel), a career thug who fears nothing he can get his hairy hands on and thinks he can get them on everything, hops spiderishly from plot to pointless plot. Luigi (Folco Lulli) is a big warm country boy from Italy, so stupid (as Mario sees him) that he works for a living...