The prophets are confounded
Broadway congenitally hears more "voices" than Joan of Arc. Even before the Royal Shakespeare Company's epic production of Nicholas Nickleby opened at the Plymouth Theater on Oct. 4 for a three-month run, the voices of Mammon and Cassandra could be heard muttering their dire prophecies along Shubert Alley. Mammon said that no sane person would pay the unprecedented price of $100 a ticket. Cassandra moaned that 8½ hours in a seated position, with only a one-hour dinner break, was a spartan rigor that no human frame could endure. (Agreed Socialite C.Z. Guest: "The only way I could sit...
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