Edition: U.S. / Global  THEATER REVIEW; The Suffocating Dust in
a Household's Cozy Clutter  Published: August 6, 2004  Though
it's a scorcher of a summer in Harrison, Tex., Lyd Davis cannot
stop feeling cold. Portrayed with nerve-twanging fretfulness by
Estelle Parsons in ''The Day Emily Married,'' the sad and funny
play by Horton Foote that opened last night at the 59E59
Theaters, Lyd swaddles herself in shawls, closes windows and
shuts off fans while her family swelters around her.  The
doctors can't figure out what's wrong with Lyd, but anyone
familiar with Mr. Foote's work should be able to come up with an
accurate diagnosis: Lyd has caught the chill of discovering that
you are born to live and die lonely, no matter how many people
you have around you. And it's an affliction that everyone in Mr.
Foote's plays is going to come down with sooner or later.  For
more than half a century, Mr. Foote, now 88, has spun a series
of hypnotically heartbroken tales for the stage about the
residents of Harrison, a smal