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December 20, 2002

If you plan to spend time on a sinking ship, it might as well be the Titanic. The main characters in George S. Kaufman and Edna Ferber’s ”Dinner at Eight,” which has been given a sumptuous shop window of a revival by Lincoln Center Theater, are headed straight for icebergs in their lives. It is, after all, the height of the Depression, and fortunes tumble daily. But at least these endangered sybarites will be going down in style, with silks and furs to fend off mortal chills and crystal chandeliers to light their paths to doom.

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