The footsteps are obliterated now; the face of the country may be changed; but the pillar is still there, to remind me how all things were when it was reared. Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey I have been regarding relics, de-cluttering. I bethought myself that our daughter might want to keep the well-thumbed pack of Happy …
Out of this hulk of storm-tossed life he wrenches his own philosophic musings, and sings them as ever in the lyrical ecstasy of affirmation. He pieces together a romantic religion out of the bones of science, and reaches across pagan biology to make a god of life. He did it before … but never before …
Glenda Jackson and EP in Strange Interlude Thirty years ago today (5th May), Eugene O’Neill’s Strange Interlude closed on Broadway. The production had transferred from the Duke of York’s in London to the Nederlander Theatre on 41st Street (where Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf had its premiere in 1962, when the theatre was called the …
