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...point numbered 80. Although she canceled several TV appearances, including one with David Susskind, the brutal schedule began telling on her. At suburban Sarah Lawrence College, she had to rest for ten minutes before emerging from her chauffeured Cadillac, gulped pills while onstage. But she kept going. Looking wan and shaky, she went to Fordham University, got an enthusiastic reception from 5,000 students at the Jesuit school. "This can make up for all the vicissitudes, all the sadness I have met here so far," said she. But the next day, at Columbia University she was met with boos...
Charlotte was born in Berlin in 1917; in her picture of the scene, her mother's face is as wan as her bed sheet...
...Commons clock ticked toward starting time for the great debate, there were only two empty seats in the jammed, expectant chamber. The first was filled, with four minutes to spare, by Harold Macmillan, who sat down stiffly on the government's front bench, looking as chill and wan as his effigy at Madame Tussaud...
...comes the puzzle: King Henry himself. Richard Simons, who plays him, and Mr. Hamlin, both inexplicably leave the rails from the play's first line. "So shaken as we are, so wan with care," Simons growls in the manner of a jumpy but undeniably vigorous bullfrog, establishing a style that never leaves him. Not a word of the part inclines me to believe anything but that Henry is chiefly a moraliser, that saving his vision of Jerusalem his is unimaginative, that his health is bad, and that his principal outward characteristic is almost uncanny self-restraint. Simons displays none...
...takes the count after approximately two minutes and 35 seconds of the first act. As the curtain goes up on Sean Kenny's somber hewn-wood set, a dozen or so boys are released from their kennel-like pen. They slink up to their empty gruel bowls like wan, spiritless animals. For a long instant, a pang of pathos hangs upon the air. Then the game little troupers raise their obviously steak-fed voices and wham a sappy-happy song, Food, Glorious Food, right up into the dingy rafters...