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 

-----Original Message-----
From: robinlandseadel at comcast.net
Sent: Tuesday, October 02, 2007 12:19 PM

          . . . .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
snooting—wait, 
          wait, how do you know what he—Mamma? 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, untouched—maybe never to be—by 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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