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. . . "Broadway Levity Series" is analogous to a one-trick pony whose sole "talent" is befouling the main performance ring under the Big Top. The droll narrator for GLIMPSES OF PERU faithfully flogs his dead horse--a "running joke" about a lake with a vile, grossly misogynistic foul name--well after his doomed steed pulls up lame and keels over, stone-cold dead. To clean things up as much as possible, this pompous bozo tries to keep a "straight face" to his voice throughout the many quaint or bizarre way stations dotting a mythical land on the way to an imaginary beach upon which the native wenches rub excrement onto their bare chests! That's right, after preliminary stops featuring 400-year-old dead guys in glass caskets; towns wherein men, women, and children all sport the same weird style of "Mad Hatter" party derby; and polygamous compounds where a mom claims to have 5,000 kids, the destination to which this whole sorry shebang has been building--a "resort" whose obscene moniker allegedly rhymes with "make kitty papa"--is revealed to what must have been a chorus of disbelieving, objecting grunts and groans on the part of contemporary theater audiences!