Word: skeletons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...intrusive questions meet canned replies. How could they not? By this point in a campaign, a candidate has answered more & repetitive questions than a Soviet defector undergoing a CIA debriefing. Spontaneity is in such short supply that the press treats an original response as if it were the skeleton key to the candidate's soul. Such scrutiny is the enemy of candor, since contenders face no short-term dangers by telling the truth as blandly as possible...
Herbs and magic oils, crystal balls, animal skulls, magical jewelry, tarot cards, books on the occult and antique clothing suitable for mourning are all included in the inventory. People are greeted at the door by George, a skeleton in a coffin who holds a collage of costume ideas. The stuffed raven on the counter wears a Hallowe'en mask...
...always preferred the skeleton to the witch costume, perhaps you would be more comfortable spending this Hallowe'en in a cemetary, rather than a store of the occult. Cemetaries are particularly appropriate places to spend Hallowe'en as it is the time when the dead are commemorated, remembered, and are seen walking the earth again. Both pagan and Christian philosophies believe this, so it must be true...
...skeleton of the original is still recognizable in Prascak's version. The plot is basically the same: Peerless Gynt, a young dreamer-adventurer, spends his life in restless self-imposed exile from his one true love, the everpure Solveig. During his travels, a plethora of temptresses, trolls, lunatics, and other fanciful creatures test his wits, his consciousness, and his sense of identity...
...nightfall on Macumba Landing. Wild cries of birds and the trumpeting of elephants come from the nearby bush. A sign warns of a deadly piranha and frequent native attacks. From a downed Cessna lying wrecked in the tropical greenery come eerie blinks of emergency lights, revealing the mock skeleton of a pilot. Adventurers gather, some wearing the suits of corporate strivers, others in guerrilla battle dress or the Panama hats of dissolute plantation owners. But as waiters serve frosty pastel drinks, yam chips and shrimp fritters, it is obvious this is no jungle clearing, no stage set for The Emperor...