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...Marc Champagnat, a stout and fastidious retired railroad worker, was the Dr. Johnson of the town of Angoulême A divorcé and a gourmet, Marc and his friends-the undertaker, the fishmonger, the mayor, the lawyer's clerk and the school principal-met so regularly in the tavern called Le Practic that their group became known as Champagnat's Club. Over peppery steak and cognac, Marc would talk endlessly of his philosophies, his past amours, his hobbies-fishing and cooking-and his adventures in the Cameroons. Even the Irish setter Vo-Vo learned to follow...
...four years ago, Marc startled his companions at Le Practic with a joke that seemed something less than funny. "It is my belief," he said, "that a man should not live to be more than 60. As you all know, I shall be 56 on Oct. 3. I have saved 4,000,000 francs, and I intend to spend it at a rate of 1,000,000 each year. I shall kill myself at the end of September 1953. On Oct. 1, I shall be buried." Marc's friends slapped him on the back and urged him to have...
...Shan't Need It. As the years passed, Marc repeated his "joke" again and again until some of his friends got bored with it. He even made arrangements with the undertaker for his burial in the family vault. The fish merchant took him for a ride on his lurching truck one day and tried to warn him: "Your soul will be eternally damned," but Marc only answered, "I must do what I must...
...pleasant, cozy house where he lived, Marc continued to pursue the pleasant, unruffled existence of a man at peace with himself and the world. He took fat carp from the neighboring river, lent his money freely to all who seemed needy, entertained his friends with home-cooked meals worthy of a Parisian chef, and sent them home glowing with his fine vintages. Not even the postman was allowed to pass Marc's house on his rounds without sampling its hospitality. Most of Marc's friends tried to ignore his grim joke about suicide, but Marc would...
...word "opera" would be box-office poison-or so the producers of Composer Marc Blitzstein's Regina decided when it opened on Broadway four years ago. They labeled Regina a "musical drama," and invited the drama critics as well as the music critics to review it. The drama critics, whose notices are the ones that count at the Broadway box office, came and shook their heads; Blitzstein's musical version of Lillian Hellman's The Little Foxes seemed to them an unnecessary intrusion on a fine play. Regina ran for 56 performances, then gave...