A young playwright called me to say that during his play’s opening last week he had done nothing but hole up in a hotel with gin and oysters and the Wicked Pavillion.
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There were people, and Dalzell was one of them, who were born café people, claustrophobes unable to endure a definite place or plan. The café was a sort of union station where they might loiter, missing trains and boats as they liked, postponing the final decision to go anyplace or do anything until there was no longer need for decision. One came here because...
NOT ONLY BUT ALSO....
This quote is conglomerate from SELECTED LETTERS OF DAWN POWELL. It is too scrumptious to wait until the cordy bell rings and Salvador Dali starts salivating:
Mosquitos take the place of riveteers and carry switchblades. Black flies carry extra sets of chompers and slug you with their back feet. On roller skates so beauteous walks a hazard...Reduced to riding into town for the great purpose of getting peanuts for the King of Squirrels...Chorus men pogo in on retirement pensions dragging little red wagons.
The King of Squirrels gives an encore performance here...
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