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...moves on to orchestral fortissimos. a restrained soprano solo, joyous choral passages and occasional Dies Irae trumpet blasts. But the overall effect is quiet, without either the sweetness or the grandeur expected of religious music. It is clean rather than austere. But at its best, the music matches the tender earnestness of the prayers' poetry...
UNDER MILK WOOD, by Dylan Thomas, was pronounced the richest theatrical event of the season by at least one Manhattan critic when the late Welsh poet rendered it as a barstool reading. In print, it emerged brilliantly as an earthy, mockingly tender account of a village's single day of living, loving and leaving, recorded with a devoted hi-fi ear for the sounds of speech, of the sea and of the soul...
...almost immediately stopped loving her. There followed a succession of mistresses. The first was expensive and forced him to write his early books about philosophy to provide her with pocket money. The second was Sophie, Diderot's great love. "Ah," he rhapsodized, "what a woman! How tender she is, how sweet, honest, delicate, sensible!" But she was hardly a beauty. At 38, she was well past the first blush of youth. Nevertheless he wrote her lovingly: "My dear, I kiss your brow, your eyes, and your dried-up little face...
...lack of any better adjective, "Pearl" is a tender story. Cynthia Rich has captured the speech of young and old with remarkable insight. An old nurse says, "I can hardly expect you to believe this, but until I was sixteen, I had hair just like Miss Pearl's. Yellow hair right down my back, and as fine . . ." In this piece touch is the contact with external force and beauty: the downiness of a dead bird's feathers, a young girl's long blonde hair, warm sunlight...
...Shaw, there is not your equal now! When shall we see your like again!" A roguish wordmonger, O'Casey peppers each page with Joycean puns and wordplays, e.g., Tea Deum, imaginot line, the rust was silence. Ever the dramatist, O'Casey savors his exit with ..a tender salute to old age and a last toast to life: "The sun has gone, dragging her gold and green garlands down . . . Soon it will be time to kiss the world goodbye. An old man now, who, in the nature of things, might be called, out of the house any minute. Little...