Volume 20, Number 8 · May 17, 1973
A Transit to Narcissus
By Norman Mailer
Last Tango in Paris
directed by Bernardo Bertolucci
To pay one's $5.00 and join the full house at the Translux for the evening show of Last Tango in Paris is to be reminded once again that the planet is in a state of pullulation. The seasons accelerate. The snow which was falling in November had left by the first of March. Would our summer arrive at Easter and end with July? It is all that nuclear radiation, says every aficionado of the occult. And we pullulate. Like an ant-hive beginning to feel the heat.
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