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...most popular visitors to elderly patients at Beth Abraham Hospital in New York City come from the A.S.P.C.A.: Jake, a bull mastiff; Boris, a 50-lb. Samoyed; and Regina, a tortoiseshell cat. At Children's Hospital in Denver, staff members and volunteers bring in their dogs, cleanly clad in smocks or T shirts, and make rounds of wards. Retirement and nursing homes are welcoming pets too. The Tacoma Lutheran Home in Washington boasts a menagerie of furry and feathery live-ins. Some have aided in physical therapy. A stroke patient who had lost motor skills groomed an Angora rabbit; another...
Consider: the first act, which the libretto says should take place before the walls of the Imperial Palace in Peking, is set instead in a realistic city of huddled rooftops that stretch away into the distance. Strutting mandarins, bald monks and muscled executioners lord it over a teeming, gray-clad, downtrodden citizenry. The bloodthirsty Turandot's entrance is made aboard a golden, curtained pleasure pavilion that rises above the city like a ghostly apparition...
...that really provides the bang for the buck. Zeffirelli and Costume Designer Dada Saligeri offer a regal gold and mother-of-pearl panoply: high atop a throne in the far reaches of the cavernous stage perches the black-clad, thousand-year-old Emperor (Swiss Tenor Hugues Cuenod, making his company debut at 84). For the first time the Met stage, which has swallowed whole such formidable productions as Nathaniel Merrill's 1966 Die Frau ohne Schatten, looks cramped. As is its custom, the Met declines to reveal the spectacle's cost, but best guesses run to about $1.5 million...
...Baby and Don't Look Now. As Angel progresses deeper into his investigation, he is plunged into the world of voodoo worship and animal sacrifice. He witnesses Epiphany engage in a ritual sacrifice of chickens to the Dark Lord, has recurring hallucinations of orgies and encounters a masked, black-clad creature, culminating in the now infamous scene in which gallons of blood fall on him and young Proudfoot while they screw on his motel room...
...signs are everywhere. Black-clad, beret-wearing intellectuals walk the streets, muttering in French accents about meta-narratives and hermeneutics. Texts by Foucault have replaced the once ubiquitous Marx-Engels Reader as the staple on every academic reading list. One has merely to stroll through the ever-growing Literary Criticism sections in Cambridge bookstores to recognize the imminent danger that is threatening our society. The Day of Deconstruction is upon...