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Detective Lew Archer has never been more moralistic or more maudlin. He may have his difficulties extracting the evidence, but he grows increasingly adept at producing facial contortions in his interlocutors. Under his gaze, faces "darken" or "work with thought"; eyes grow "misty with the quasi-maternal feelings of a procuress" or become "abstract, like a hawk...
...remarkable piece of acting. Solyony speaks scarcely a half dozen times in all of Act I, and spends most of the time sitting silently on a chair in the corner. Nevertheless, Cioffi tells us a great deal about this morose and mysterious character. We notice a tiny facial tic, and a nervous fidgeting of the thumbs. Sometimes he talks to himself. At other times we perceive that the conversation is making no impact on him at all: his mind has drifted elsewhere, and his eyes have gone dull...
...Commissioner. These are the diametrically opposed forces, Femininity and Insurgance versus Masculinity and Authority. Sanders more-or-less consciously tries to create of the commissioner a sort of Greek W.C. Fields. It's a rather dangerous thing to do; if he didn't have the voice inflections, facial expressions, and gestures (especially flicking the cigar ash) timed so well, if they didn't seem to fit naturally, it would be the sort of characterization one could easily resent...
...judge from the article dealing with the activities of the British "ethologists" Christopher Brannigan and Dr. David Humphries [June 13], their work is charmingly pointless and absurdly pseudoscientific. They can, of course, make a lifetime out of cataloguing human facial expressions and bodily gestures, even in England. If they run out of material there, they can always shift their attention to Italy, where they could find enough to last through several lifetimes. I perhaps should not say that their work is pointless, for when they have completed the catalogue, a lover who finds his beloved smiling at him mysteriously...
...cursing itself became a distinct Irish art form. "May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may the High King of Glory permit her to get the mange" is a comparatively mild one. The old Gaelic word for satire (der) also meant a spell that caused facial disfigurement and even death. To this day, the Irish play their satire for keeps. Dublin is the backbiting capital of the world. ("If you want an entertaining evening, tell your hosts who you had dinner with the night before...