Word: rushing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Despite all this, The Glass Menagerie is so much the best play on Broadway that it is as if a graveyard of mediocrity had abruptly kicked off its tombstones with a sudden ineluctable rush of life. Perhaps it is moving precisely because it is a play of the spirit that moves from death toward life. The mother is throttled by her illusions, the daughter is felled by the brute strength of the world, and the gentleman caller founders in the anonymous quicksand of being average. But the son Tom, the writer-to-be in this distinctly autobiographical play, is about...
...Master or the Dean does not face the predicament of the student who leaves a movie with his date Friday night and is shut out of his own room, or who returning from Boston on Saturday night in winter must rush if he wants to offer her a cup of tea--not from a filthy cafeteria--before the long, cold walk back to Radcliffe...
...that the Quincy House Drama Society hasn't given her a lovely sack. Director Paul Zimet has mixed a wacky fondue of bright costumes, absurd props and hi-grade ham. Masked soldiers rush each other with pink sausages for swords, dashing about like a Polish division of the Keystone Cops. Andrew Weil as Pere Ubu, the fat man who usurps the Polish throne, leads the whole menagerie. He bellows like a bull, whines like a hyena and eats like a pig. Mere Ubu (Virginia Morrs) comes on with a Bela Lugosi accent, smelling roses, swearing at her husband and slaying...
Crowds of people always fill the streets in Peking. Cars are few and the speed limit is low because bicycles choke the streets during rush hour. Taxi-cabs are too few to hail on the streets, but can be called by phone. If a taxi-driver doesn't seem to know the city, it is usually because she is an administrator taking her turn in the lower ranks. (This is a normal practice throughout Chinese society: a factory manager will work for a time at the bench and an army officer will serve as a "private...
...smart around here, but they'd never suspect..." Yet even before he finished this reflection, Bundie felt something slam into him and knock him off his feet. Picking himself up from the path, he saw a small foreign-looking man with dark glasses scramble up from the ground and rush over...