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LettersPublished on April 14, 1994Who's That in the Stage Lights? Though I necessarily view the Houston Ballet from a considerable distance, I view it with enormous interest. I felt the way you wove the threads of a story into the fabric of a ballet company's life was both insightful and sensitive. Every ballet company should be lucky to have a friend such as yourself. There is an audience -- unfortunately for authors such as Mr. Berryhill, perhaps not a particularly large one -- which seeks the understanding of professional ballet which you so capably provide. I'm not sure you can see me behind the stage lights, but I'm standing up in the third row shouting "Bravo!" Lee S. Glass, M.D., J.D. Is He Guilty? Ask a Victim As a survivor of a murder victim, I also found it interesting that the formerly honorable Norman Lanford (judge at Mr. Westley's trial and now an apparent advocate for leniency) would be quoted as saying that Mr. Hall's death "wasn't a bad sort of a capital murder." In fact, Mr. Lanford goes on to speculate critically as to why Mr. Hall would take on three apparently armed robbers when he himself was armed with only a .22-caliber revolver. It may just be that Mr. Hall was heroically attempting to save his employee and friend Ms. Young (who did indeed survive the crime), or that he accidentally walked in on a crime in progress. Thanks for this article and many other interesting ones through the years, but let's try to keep things in perspective. Debra Osterman, M.D. Art Guys or Art Therapy? Elizabeth Aston It seems Susie Kalil is wrong if she "criticizes" the art world and wrong if she "fawns." But what is important about Susie's exceptional writing is the insights she offers, rather than her opinions. Susie is brilliant at placing art in its historical context. She is also a brilliantly conscious, inclusive writer whose vision considers the culture and helps us expand our awareness. While her work will necessarily provoke us, we should not try to force her into a mold all our own. Elizabeth McBride
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