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...last season's London sensation−The Persecution and Assassination of Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade. The author is a German named Peter Weiss, just one of the foreign playwrights likely to lend savor and distinction to the season. They include John Osborne, whose Inadmissible Evidence was compared flatteringly by British reviewers to his Look Back in Anger. Then there is Christopher Plummer in Peter Shaffer's The Royal Hunt of the Sun, a morality play and stage spectacular based on the conquistadores...
...whole exercise as a chance to get rid of an inferior nuisance. "The Circus" provides only obsolete equipment and minimum cooperation. The Department men compound this by blunder after blunder. Leiser himself, who at 40 is really too old for the business, is only too pathetically eager to savor again the exhilaration he felt as a British agent during the war. There is something almost perverse about his zeal for the mission. And his skills are so rusty that East German security men, locking onto his radio transmissions, are mystified by what they think, at first, must be the handiwork...
...gallery's basement, and while flashbulbs popped and TV cameras whirred, hung before red velvet in its place of honor. Yet, for all the trouble and cost he had incurred to acquire Titus, the lean, craggy six-footer with the deepset eyes and anguished look clearly did not savor the glare of publicity...
Admissions committees savor good grades in science, and there is no denying that an honor grade in organic chemistry leaves a pleasant taste in their mouths. (Although one doctor claims that "A" students in organic "worry" him, unfortunately he is an exception). These committees, however, are no more titillated by an honors performance in this subject than they are by similar success in any other moderately challenging science course...
...first let me state my prejudices. As I sank into my chair at the start of the brilliant Yeats translation of Rex, I wanted to close my eyes, undisturbed for once by theatrical gimmicks, and savor the beauty of Yeats' work--to admire the careful logic of his temperate speeches in prose, only to be transported by the dazzling beauty of the choral speeches in verse. At first the characters permitted me to relax in my reveries by their well-studied, careful excellence of voice. Mark Bramhall, Harvard's leading man of the stage and by rights cast as Oedipus...