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There's always overseas. Surely, you think, in some far off jungle somewhere there's got to be a Central American government ready to fall or a lost Amazonian tribe contacting God through a secret hallucinogenic toad extract. Instead you find that even the revolutions are run by the CIA these days, and all the drugs are in the hands of Harvard Business School Graduates who wear Vuarnets...

Author: By Rutger Fury, | Title: SOUND OF FURY | 2/7/1987 | See Source »

...This staging reunites much of the same creative team, including Director Christopher Morahan (TV's The Jewel in the Crown) and Set Designer John Gunter, who delightfully fills the stage with fireworks, birch forests, rustic homes and railroad cars -- the last achieved with special effects cheerily akin to "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" at Disney World. The one vital element not imported was the cast surrounding McKellen. Fortunately, the unevenness of the American replacements barely affects the savor of Wild Honey...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Bawdy Laughter, Beckoning Doom Wild Honey | 1/5/1987 | See Source »

...Toad found himself seduced, in love, scribbling away in the transports of a new passion. Toad was always a fanatic, of course, an absolutist. He bought the fanciest fountain pen. His word processor went first into a corner, then into a closet with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: Scribble, Scribble, Eh, Mr. Toad? | 2/24/1986 | See Source »

...Toad thought of Henry James. For decades, James wandered Europe and the U.S., staying in hotels or in friends' houses. He was completely mobile. He needed only pen and paper to write his usual six hours a day. Then in middle age, he got writer's cramp. He bought a typewriter, and, of course, needed a servant to operate the thing. So now James was more and more confined to his home in Sussex, pacing the room, dictating to the typist and the clacking machine. James became a prisoner of progress...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: Scribble, Scribble, Eh, Mr. Toad? | 2/24/1986 | See Source »

...Toad, liberated, bounded off in the other direction. Light of heart, he took to the open road, encumbered by nothing heavier than a notebook and a pen. Pausing on a hilltop now and then, he wrote long letters to Ratty and Mole, and folded them into the shape of paper airplanes, and sent them sailing off on the breeze...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: Scribble, Scribble, Eh, Mr. Toad? | 2/24/1986 | See Source »

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