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...from the old Blue class of '11 type, calling him a blot on the scutcheon of the Bulldog. The McNamara letters ran about two to one against the rowdy little students, but most of the best ones were in their defense. The greatest of them all was by Waldo Pierce '07 ripping into the "Barbarians at Washington...
...mystery is compounded rather than made clear by the fact that he has a nonidentical twin brother-Waldo, a thin, superior fellow who spends 50 years working in public libraries around Sydney. Waldo is the intellectual type, so superior in fact that he does not deign to confide his thoughts to anyone, least of all to his dim twin. The thoughts, anyhow, are nothing much, but when Waldo retires, he will maybe get around to collating notes for his novel-Tiresias as a Youngish Man-which he keeps in mum's old dress box. Tiresias was the shaman...
Terrible Twins. One day Waldo dies "of spite like a boil burst at last with pus." Arthur flees the house, returns after three days, and is mercifully committed to the local asylum. It remains for the twins' twin dogs to prove that Waldo, if slightly incredible, is edible. Hungry dogs will swallow anything...
...reader will find hints of great profundities behind the gothic facade. In the first place, the mandala does not simply demonstrate the exclusiveness of one consciousness from another's-even in twin brothers. Mandala does that brilliantly -the same events being seen in succession through the eyes of Waldo and Arthur. This literary flourish, however, is intended to reveal magical happenings and the workings of myth. But which myth? White may have drawn upon Australian aboriginal legend, which invests the possessor of rock crystals with divine power. Waldo and Arthur may also be seen as living out some version...
...role Thomas took when the play premiered in New York) both understood his part and spoke it clearly; if he has conquered opening-night nervousness, his reading ought to set a standard for the rest of the cast. Patrick Diehl, a splendid basso, made the lusting quack, Mr. Waldo, seem a lovable rogue. And Mary Moss, playing a variety of loose women, could hardly have been improved upon (her singing was off-key, but there again, one suspects nerves). Her question -- "Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?"--gave me chills...