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...usual, the awful sounds of battle shrieked through Beirut last week, but this time the fighting reached its bloodiest peak since last summer. Day and night, the clatter of machine-gun fire and the thump of shells could be heard not just in the city but throughout a 30-mile crescent stretching from Jounieh in the north to the mountain district of Kharroub. In the suburbs of Beirut, the Lebanese Army clashed with Shi'ite militiamen. In the hills east of the city, government soldiers fought forces loyal to Druze Leader Walid Jumblatt. At the southern...
...Eliot thought otherwise: "Evening quickens faintly in the street,/ Wakening the appetites/ of life in some/ And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript." Yet if the news is so deadening, why does it feel like a resuscitation, a thump on the chest to get the day on beat? Merely the expectation of the morning bulletins seems to place the body on alert. No, it is not beauty, wisdom or deep knowledge, but it is the news, a million panicked animals bounding up the stairs. The blood, the senses, everything races...
...afternoon the barrage grew so ferocious that rockets hailed down at the rate of 60 a minute. For several terrible hours, every second brought a flash of light from Syrian positions south and east of Tripoli, then a dull thump and a puff of smoke as the shells hit targets in the Baddawi refugee camp and the lower slopes of Turbul mountain north of the Lebanese city. Every so often a round strayed and hit Tripoli itself, crashing into a building or cratering a street...
...audience claps itself into a frenzy as Sergeant Sacrifice, played by Dean Gregory, comes to life, an American commando rigged up in military gear and black spandex pants. He struts and dances to the insistent thump of the disco hit "It's Raining Men" and strips down to a lame jockstrap Buttocks shaking, hips gyrating, Sergeant Sacrifice thrusts his pelvis into people's faces, makes women in the audience kiss him. Gay or straight, the audience seems enraptured by this naked maniac. He is generic sexual energy, writhing through the theater. The theatrical connection is made as never before...
Those who have heard the bellow and thump of the sawdust trail could recognize such artistry in Reagan's talk. It began with a St.-Peter-in-heaven joke (Reminds me of the story about the politician and the evangelical minister arriving together at heaven's gate) and then unfurled the flag: "Freedom prospers only where the blessings of God are avidly sought and humbly accepted. Well, I am pleased to be here today with you who are keeping America great by keeping her good...