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...prompted this saccharine outburst. After completing a paper, I needed a treat. (That's good psychology.) I attempted to recapture the sweet joys of youth and made a startling revelation. Vending machines, while making a profit for their owners, stock inferior candy--and even what they do have is stale. Candy bars cost a fortune. No longer can one be a gourmand on a nickel delight. Even the 15 cent and 20 cent bars have shrunk. My mouth isn't that much bigger, but the bars are consumable in one bite...
...James Morris put his finances in order, resigned from his club (the Travellers in London), divorced his wife of more than 20 years, and moved into the house of another woman. So stale and sad a marital caper would normally raise no eyebrows, let alone lead to a book. But Morris' circumstances were rather special. For one thing, the other woman was Morris himself. After undergoing a transsexual operation in Casablanca to shed his manhood and the name James, Morris now lives in Bath, England, under the name Jan Morris, happily experimenting with lipstick, twin sweater sets and pearls...
...HEARD it before--Europe is overrated. The Eiffel Tower? It's rusty. The canals of Venice? They smell like sewers. The Pope? He makes mistakes. The illusions went stale when London Bridge went to Arizona. But if you're incorrigably romantic or naturally obstinate, or even if you just have some money to burn, you may still want to see for yourself. For thousands like you and millions of your dollars, 1974 will be your Year of Europe...
...generated in a pickup basketball game were a funny or sad commentary on the modern competitive spirit. But sometimes they do, as in I Love You ... Goodbye, in which Hope Lange gave a sensitive, appealing performance as a fed-up housewife running away from a middle-class marriage gone stale...
...some remarkable music, from its opening serenade--Mozart had just got married when he wrote the opera, its heroine is named after his wife--to a sextet (I think) at the end that's so reconciling and beautiful and so on it makes everything Mozart wrote later on seem stale and cynical. For the moment. This production has several Harvard people singing in it, and a new translation besides. (See review on page 2.) Tonight and Saturday, March 2, the Peabody School on Linnaean...