Word: soot
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...most dazzling new sight in Paris is-Paris. For decades, the face of the city was as grey as its ubiquitous cats. But since 1959, squads of yellow-slickered workmen have scrambled up metal scaffoldings to hose down and sand-rub buildings and monuments encrusted with the industrial soot of the 20th century. The grime fighters have now cleaned more than a third of Paris' buildings, and visitors to Paris are discovering a beauteous city they never saw before, the city that De Balzac called the color of cream...
...like the interlacing illuminations in the Irish Book of Kells. Set on a rusticated granite base, the moated turret echoes ancient Celtic round castles scattered across the green countryside, recalls the Martello towers built to defend Ireland's coasts during Napoleonic times. Johansen even made studies of how soot streaks the concrete so that the walls would weather with character...
They should, for Czechoslovakia itself seems today to be smothering in a Kafkaesque nightmare. Prague was once known as the "Golden City." Nowadays it is best seen after dark, for night alone can mask the soot and uncollected refuse that mar its crooked old streets. The only Central European capital that was spared the ravages of World War II, physically and psychologically it seems now to be dying of ennui and neglect...
...cloud hung over the agony of Budapest-part fog, part gun smoke, part dust. It muffled the thump of mortars and draped the spires of shattered cathedrals in dark, chilly folds. For miles around, the snow was black with soot. Heavy hoarfrost formed each night; and in the morning the dead in the streets glittered. Under the cloud and over the dead raged one of World War II's grimmest street battles. By the time the Red Army had cleared the city's 4,500 blocks of their stubborn German defenders, Budapest was a surrealist's nightmare...
...risking monotony, by risking crummy jokes, by risking spontaneous little forays into sex, wistful interludes of conversation, jagged fragments of anger and malice, instead of calculated dramatic climaxes, Marathon '33 acquires the conviction of life as naturally as a city street gathers soot. With this production, Actors Studio Theater at least suggests, if it does not sustain, new directions for a theater that can no longer afford to stand still in the quicksand of Broadway formula...