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...Dane with a baby face, skillfully alternates with Cragun in many dramatic roles: when Cragun is Romeo, Madsen is Mercutio and vice versa. Backing them both up in the rotational order is a German dancer, Heinz Clauss, whose black-clad Eugene Onegin seems as subtly menacing as an elegant spider, as sickly romantic as a young Werther...
REALLY, though, we had something to contribute to life on the island ourselves. Our money, for one. But more important, we killed spiders. One night up at Skytop, the B.U. girls in the next cottage knocked at our door at 2:30 a.m. A big spider was after them, so they needed some tough guys to go kill it. Two of us went, but Len was engaged, so he stayed. We killed it with Crimson Travel bag, and the two B. U, girls lived happily ever after...
...ONLY book I can remember crying over when I was a kid is E.B. White's Charlotte's Web. I was ashamed for having cried, and I still am, but there was something about the death of Charlotte, a common grey spider, that made me unable to help it. Her death doesn't seem so sad now-all spiders have to die at the end of a year, and Charlotte dies only when her time comes...
...doorway above Wilbur's pen. Zuckerman is fooled, and decides that "a miracle has happened and a sign has occurred here on earth, right on our farm, and we have no ordinary pig." The local minister explains the miracle in his next sermon. "The words on the spider web proved that human beings must always be on the watch for the coming of wonders." Wilbur becomes a sensation, and a prize pig. Before she dies, Charlotte leaves Wilbur a sack of spider eggs that hatch and provide for Wilbur a new generation of friends for each new spring; protection against...
Blare of Music. A white dove of peace chirps briefly, but flies off as a black widow spider of a model plane wings its way with a searching deliberateness across the rear-stage curtain. We see the bomber's victims-to-be, other grey-lady puppets. They sway and huddle together in mute terror. We feel their pain all the more acutely because, like wounded animals, they cannot articulate it. Think of Picasso's Guernica unfolding in slow motion and you have the image of these women dying. The evening ends with a jolly blare of music...