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There were two James McNeill Whistlers. One was the artist of the putdown. Oscar Wilde: "I wish I'd said that." Whistler: "You will, Oscar, you will." The other was the artist of subtle landscapes and unprecedented arrangements of color and light. The wit was amply recorded in his autobiography The Gentle Art of Making Enemies...
...just the wit that keeps the bruised athletes interested. Fadden has been around the world, by his account, 15 times and has a trip to China (his second) planned for after the football season. A widower, Fadden always travels by himself and never in tour groups. "I wouldn't learn anything talking to people on tours. I talk to the local people--whores, priests, chiefs of police, racketeers--I talk to them all." And then brings the stories back to Dillon--always in time for fall football practice...
...chosen to underplay Astrov, delivering his lines in a folksy singsong while shaking his head and making perfunctory gestures like a small-town defense attorney, or, for that matter, our next president. This anti-declamatory approach works well from time to time, and some of Cantor's readings display wit and intelligence. But it also allows him to skip lightly over the surface of the part, taking at face value Astrov's assertion that he can no longer feel anything. Astrov feels things very deeply--his preoccupation with animals and the forests reveals a profound humanitarian urge that has been...
...prize, the extravagantly overpriced 25th Anniversary Limited Edition Elvis Aron Presley, an 8-record set containing 65 unreleased performances, 8 full-color Elvis Picture sleeves, a 20-page picture booklet and an Authentic Autograph imbedded in each of the 8 records, goes to Kevin P. Whaley, surely the snappiest wit ever to cross the University of Wisconsin campus. The truth, and our winning entry, as revealed by Whaley...
...wryly detached wit. He says a man's lips scarcely moved, "as if he were keeping them poised for the next sip of alcohol, which, it seemed, was never more than a few seconds away," and describes a group of a "new strain of flower child...these were flower children who wanted to get rich. Hippies with Rotarian hearts." He asks, "Wasn't uncouthness--or at least the option of being uncouth--the whole point of living in Nome...