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...ending, and Creon receives a come-uppance beyond his wildest nightmares, there is a brief moment in which the General (David Modigliani '02) reflects on the horrors of the Civil War. He describes seeing dead soldiers' bodies on the ground, futilely lamenting that he never expected to see a sight so gruesome. The play's main focus is on the personal misfortunes of the House of Oedipus. Ultimately, though, it reaches out to a larger historical epoch and brilliantly describes the horror of all wars. The arrival of the Advisor (Karin Alexander), interrupting the speech signals the beginning...
...most surprising works of the exhibit is 1949's Study for Seaweed (number 19 in the exhibition), a direct transfer of the outlines of a seaweed plant pinned to the door of Kelly's Bellelle cottage. At first sight, especially due to its placement near some of Kelly's transfers of window frames, one might mistake Study for Seaweed for window glass being broken by the intrusive head of a nail or perhaps the artist's pencil. In fact, it is sometimes extremely difficult to discern the content of these paintings. But that is not the point. You see, Kelly...
...After coughing up a few more tokens, we pooled the coins for go at the stuffed animal crane machine. The jaws of the crane remained limp, failing to clench the plush Betty Boop I had set my sights on, so I cursed and kicked the machine. Our evening had been full to the brim with Somerville-style amusement, and we unanimously agreed to call it a night. Finding a taxi took ample effort, but after trekking a block and scaling a snow bank, we came upon the comforting sight of yellow checkers...
After coughing up a few more tokens, we pooled the coins for go at the stuffed animal crane machine. The jaws of the crane remained limp, failing to clench the plush Betty Boop I had set my sights on, so I cursed and kicked the machine. Our evening had been full to the brim with Somerville-style amusement, and we unanimously agreed to call it a night. Finding a taxi took ample effort, but after trekking a block and scaling a snow bank, we came upon the comforting sight of yellow checkers...
There is no longer the flurry of cotillion invitations and the constant sight of young men bedecked in top hats and tails strolling to their apartments on the Gold Coast to smoke a cigar under the light of a glowing chandelier. Nor the spectacle of languishing youths, waited on hand and foot by a faithful valet. However, the legacy of the Coast has not disappeared. Present-day inequity takes a subtler form...