Word: cassandras
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Acted woodenly and with Pat Hingle as Hector, Jessica Tandy as Cassandra, and Kim Hunter as Helen, the Stratford production gives audiences the feeling that they are watching The Red Badge of Courage with Shakespeare dubbed into the sound track. Chuck wagon, gunfire, sounding of taps-it is minor ingeniousness at the expense of genius. In the end, the Civil War trick seems merely a capitalization on the war's 100th anniversary fever, and in 1976 Troilus will probably be done again at Stratford set at Valley Forge...
Soft Bed in Berlin. Instead, the broadcasts convinced Britain's government that Jeeves's erratic inventor had turned traitor. To repudiate Wodehouse, choleric William Connor-author of the Daily Mirror's Cassandra column-was drafted by the Minister of Information. In a virulent attack broadcast by the BBC, Connor castigated Wodehouse as "an old playboy" who had "fallen on his knees and worshipped Hitler." Roared Connor: "It is a somber story of self-respect, honor and decency being pawned to the Nazis for the price of a soft bed in a luxury hotel...
Died. Rear Admiral Ellis Mark Zacharias, 71, brash, bristly intelligence and psychological warfare expert, a self-styled World War II Cassandra who claimed to have predicted Pearl Harbor nine months in advance, and to have ferreted out a Japanese surrender feeler 13 days before Hiroshima, yet never convinced the Navy's topside of either story; of a heart attack; in West Springfield...
...Cassandra's Scream. Amusingly caustic is Steiner's account of the literary bootleggers who pour new psychoanalytic wine in the old stolen bottles of the Greek myths. Gide, for instance, produced an Oedipus "who arrives at the extraordinary insight that his marriage to Jocasta was evil because it drew him back to his childhood and thus prevented the free development of his personality." White forgoing these lapses of taste, T. S. Eliot merely domesticates the Greek myths till they are as tame as Old Possum's pet cals...
...could give of it. But, in fact, there was no sound. Nothing. The sound was total silence. It was silence which screamed and screamed through the whole theater so that the audience lowered its head. And that scream inside the silence seemed to me to be the same as Cassandra's when she divines the reek of blood in the house of Atreus. It was the same wild cry with which the tragic imagination first marked our sense of life...