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...Dolly is different this time around. "She is bawdier, franker, sexier," says Channing in the gauzy drawl that has launched a thousand impersonators. Sitting in her hotel suite, wearing a navy blue Ralph Lauren military-style tunic and cream-colored slacks, she leans forward earnestly. Head atilt, unrelentingly wide-eyed, she explains: "The audience has changed and I've changed." If Channing has to work harder to achieve what she did more easily 30 years ago, then work she does. "I'll go to my grave remembering the tears and laughs I didn't get," she says. There were plans...
...India on a visit, testifies that America is a rich country, with many "gadgets" to make life more comfortable. "I would hate to look and behave like an American," says Satbir, even among Americans. Perhaps sometimes she will wear slacks or a skirt, instead of the traditional salwar kameez tunic. Beyond that, she knows little, but expects the best. Problems? She is sure there must be some. "But is life any better here?" she asks sharply. "One can enjoy a finer life- ^ style...
...deliver a eulogy for a fallen comrade. Before entering the scruffy cemetery on the edge of the township, Mcerwa takes off his T shirt, emblazoned with a picture of a guerrilla fighter triumphantly holding up an AK-47 rifle, and pulls on a dashiki, a loose-fitting African tunic. "Power!" he shouts to the 100 assembled mourners. "One Azania! One nation!" As a hot morning sun beats down, he angrily accuses a white-owned chemical company of murdering his comrade by exposing him to dangerous toxins on the job. "They think black life is so cheap!" he yells...
...afflicted by a convenient case of amnesia. He knows he's an orphan, but he can't remember anything that happened before "Gran Wendy" (Maggie Smith) arranged for his adoption by an American couple. Namely, he can't remember that he passed his preadolescent years wearing a little green tunic and a silly...
death. it defies the soul. but in the spirit of its absurdity it lingers it labors it languishes piercing through my oil-stained tunic is a ray of hope that teases me it surrounds me and jostles my spirit then it leaves me alone, cold, lifeless in a vat of vomit i submit...