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...seems undignified for Senators. Warnecke's solution: 16-ft. ceilings for the senatorial offices, with the adjoining staff space built on two levels, each with 8½-ft. ceilings. One advantage of the older buildings that Warnecke omitted: private office doors allowing Senators to slip in and out unseen...
...neither is as remarkable in its way as the Tylenol poisoning itself. The poisoning is, to put it mildly, an aspect of extreme behavior. One might think that its antidote would also consist of extreme behavior. But instead, all the public does in response to this hitherto unseen monster is to rely on several old, familiar investigative mechanisms: the testimony of experts, the advice of the Food and Drug Administration, the news reports and, of course, its own capacity to make sense of these things...
...show that runs without intermission, only once is he offstage. And even then his image is on: a giant screen descends, and in a skit written by Simone Signoret, Montand dictates to an unseen and unfeeling telephone operator a telegram of love to his mistress. The dialogue is hilarious, a reminder that Montand, the chanteur extraordinaire, is also a gifted actor and comedian, the star of such films as The Wages of Fear, Z and La Guerre Est Finie...
...ramshackle plot concerns Von Richthofen's destiny after he makes his 80th kill. Some of his fellow officers and the unseen General Erich Ludendorff urge him to retire from the Flying Circus so that he may present himself as the untarnished hero-leader of postwar Germany's resurrection. There is no historical evidence for this. In the play, Von Richthofen shows no stomach for the task but seems to have a premonition about who does. An ominous-looking lance corporal (Mark Petrakis) skulks about...
...doors along the hall are tightly closed--all shut save one, form which drifts the name Marx, hanging on the air as if it senses it is not wanted here. The voice rambles on in a steady, soothing monotone, indicating this must be the right room. Somewhere nearby, unseen, an F B I. agent or two must lurk Inside, books litter the office, covering the walls and scattered about the floor Stacks of folders stand four feet high on top of the desk, propped up against a bookshelf. Papers seen to crawl out of every available crack This tiny room...