AtDTDA: 18 Snooting [510]
Henry
scuffling at gmail.com
Tue Oct 2 11:44:29 CDT 2007
In addition to the mistaken identities and "ships that pass in the night,"
the opera/operetta associations include the magic of the, what they call in
Hollywood, "Cute Meet," i.e. Magic doesn't happen between people who have
been alongside each other over an extended period and slowly discover common
interests. "C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre."
Explosions/smoke and mirrors; now that's another story.
I remember...
Henry Mu
http://www.urdomain.us/kcuf.htm
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From: robinlandseadel at comcast.net
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. . . .she might as well've been back in R. Wilshire Vibes
ballroom *
and having that first monmentous glance.
Erlys said, "he's a Yale Man. Going over to Germany to study
mathmatics."
"Say, just my type."
"He thinks you're snooting him."
"Oh them Elis, they're fine ones to talk, they invented
snootingwait,
wait, how do you know what heMamma? Have you been discussing
me? With some. . ."
"Eli."
Eli:
Eli (. . . . "Ascent". . . .) was, according to the Books of
Samuel,
the name of a priest of Shiloh, and one of the last Israelite
Judges before the rule of kings in ancient Israel.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eli_(Bible)
I witnessed a drive-by snooting in Fort Mill
The Mercades sped by, with the fifty-something driver giving
this Southern gentleman a look that I can ony describe as a
drive-by snooting. It was a look that reminds me of the
sentiments one might hear on a plane en-route from New York
to Cali about the people on the ground in between. The
sentiment: he, she, they are insignificant. Imagine the audacity!
On the other side, the Southern gentleman had a look on his face
as if to say: "there goes another one," a look of aquiescent
disdain.
http://tinyurl.com/3cftdp
* : The young man was leaning on a parapet gazing at the city. She
had noticed him the minute he came in, taller than the milling of
partygoers around him, but nowhere near "grown," turned out
almost too quietly, as if to advertise his inexperience. Maybe it
was
just all the smoke in the place, but his features seemed to her,
even
this close up, untouchedmaybe never to beby what she thought
she knew already of the harshness of the world. . . .349
. . . .amazing scene, or set of scenes there, running on close with Kit's
encounter
with Tesla we have Dally believing that Kit is "snooting" her on account of
his
[supposed] elevated class status. This all is straight out of the "mistaken
Identity" Operettas Ø in vogue during the time of AtD. The Zombini's stage
magic conjure up some real alchemy and manage to direct Kit and Dally onto
the "doomed" Stupendica in a most precipitous manner. Next thing you know,
we are swept on board this great vessel.
Ø Grandchildren of the Rossini Operas TRP so obviously admires, so easily
adapted to the purposes of Clampett, Avery and Jones. Mistaken Identity,
wabbits in Wagnerian drag, you name it, Rossini probably already came up
with it, the first composer successful enough to actually retire.
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