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...Trovatore, had not a single high C in it, but Tenor Enrico Tamberlik (1820-89) started inserting one in the middle and one at the end-and they have been there ever since. The 40 tenors sing in six languages, and generally bleat, screech, bawl and scream in a manner calculated to make any listener sympathize with Rossini's request that a visiting tenor "check his high C with his overcoat...
...Scream. Gonzalez' work is basically representational. His early pieces are small and classic, colored with Moorish and North African influence. Later comes the great body of his work-angular, spiked, abstract constructions done in the early '30s, when, in collaboration with his friend Picasso, he found freedom of form and began his explorations of the play of shadow and light and the machine-age art of "drawing in the air'' with brushes of iron. These are his most ingenious pieces; so far as the development of sculpture is concerned, they are also his most influential...
...Civil War-a woman erect and proud, child in one arm, weapon in the other. The series ends in 1942 with his last and unfinished study; charged with protest against war and against Franco, Gonzalez shows the Montserrat broken, reduced to her knees, her mouth twisted in an agonized scream...
...With a scream that was out of this world, a giant rocket last week rose ponderously off its pad at Cape Canaveral, Fla. and, gathering speed, disappeared into the sky. When it splashed into the sea eight minutes later, the Saturn rocket had reached its programed height of 95 miles, scored a remarkable success in its first test flight, given the U.S. a big boost in its race for space against the Soviet Union...
...midday rush begins. "Four plaice! . . . Two turbot! ... I got six steaks! . . . Four plaice, please, ducks! . . . Three cutlets, Hans! . . . Two omelettes! . . . Four cod, lover boy! Ye canna be a slow coach here!" Waitresses scream, cooks curse, knives flash, fat crackles, urns squeal, sweat spews out of every pore and food leaps furiously from pot to plate as though it were alive. Faster the pace, wilder the tumult. Like a runaway reactor, like a Beethoven rising to full frenzy the great kitchen gathers itself and surges, thunders, mindlessly explodes in a tremendous climax of comestibles...