Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth, For the four winds blow in from every coast Renowned suitors, and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a goldenfleece. I think it's sad that movies and television have caused the theatre to fade as a popular art form.
Imagery is presented through language instead of pictures.
On stage, I'm the captain of my own ship. The House on Carroll Street . The media swooped in on her from every angle. On television she looked very blonde and very poised. The printed reactions to her ranged from the idolatrous to the snide, and one got the feeling that her forthright encounter with the press allows her to be all things to all people.