Word: sicking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Twelfth Night (by William Shakespeare; produced by Roger Stevens) has its immortal virtues-speeches filled with fragrance, bewitching songs. In Viola it has a charming heroine; in Malvolio, "sick of self-love," a monumental pompous ass. To him, as a huffing spoilsport, is addressed one of Shakespeare's crispest queries: "Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?" To him, by a frisking clown, is tossed some of Shakespeare's tersest wisdom: "There is no darkness but ignorance." And nowhere more than in Twelfth Night can a lovely moment suddenly leap...
Gold Veins. Belowstairs, Albert, the 'prentice footman, is sick with love for-Housemaid Edie, who is herself pining for First Footman Charley Raunce. "I love 'im, I love 'im," she cries to Housemaid Kate (who is obsessed by the mere idea of being in love). "I could open the veins of my right arm for that man." But Footman Charley is momentarily too busy to take Edie seriously. He is hovering outside the dying butler's bedroom, waiting for the brief coma between life and death when he can safely order young Albert...
...Bergman has done everything to avoid bitterness but she was deeply hurt when Dr. Lindstrom tried to send a psychiatrist to examine her. Naturally she refused to see a psychiatrist because it wasn't Rossellini's influence that caused her to fall in love, nor was she sick...
Cervantes wrote his masterpiece while in his 50s and 60s, sick to death of the dropsy, jailed as often as not on a recurring charge of embezzlement, harried with an incredible series of family troubles. He was at the bitter end of a bitter life, yet shortly after Don Quixote was done he wrote sweetly: "Goodbye to thanks, goodbye to compliments, goodbye to good friends. For I am dying." Miguel de Cervantes died on April 23, 1616, the same day as William Shakespeare...
...they are both honest, both pretty much unrehearsed, both happy and medolie. These men are playing around with old friends. When Ory breaks in to ask "How you feeling, Mr. Wilson?", the latter replies with a two-chorus solo that is all the answer required. If you're sick of singing saxophones, try these for a chaser. At present, only Briggs and Briggs and the College Music Shop are kind enough to stock them; but even the people that sell television sets instead of music might try them if they heard them. They'd feel as good as Mr. Wilson...