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...BOILED HER BABY AND ATE IT," read the full-page headline on the front of a recent Boston tabloid. Everyone who picked it up had the same reaction: they saw the lipstick-red banner head at the top, they read the teasers running down the left-hand column ("Toilet paper beauty linked to Teddy's past? page 3"), and they said this is it--the Boston Herald-American has sunk to an all-time...
...fact. For centuries, the only other walking mammals that most polar natives met used four legs or flippers. The Inuit were built like nature's thermos bottles, with short arms and legs, and small hands and feet that conserved heat stoked in barrel-like torsos. They ate seal meat and blubber, wiped the grease from their lips with partridge wings and talked mostly of hunting and sled dogs...
...with most of the Egyptians and Americans. Sadat wore immaculate sports clothes, usually without a tie. He stayed in his cabin more than the rest of us, observed the greatest possible self-discipline in exercise, rest and diet, and took a four-kilometer walk early each morning. He never ate at Laurel with the others, but preferred to dine in privacy. When I wanted to talk to him on the spur of the moment, I would call first and then go to his cottage. I dressed informally, and whenever possible I ran, swam, rode a bicycle or played tennis...
...obliged to leave the Soviet Union and now lives in Virginia. No angry, polemicizing emigre, he is saddened by the debasement of a nation that was once built on Utopian principles, albeit by terror and violence. "Year after year since childhood," he writes, "I watched as corruption ate more deeply into society until it turned the Soviet regime in the '60s and '70s into a land of corrupt rulers, ruling over a corrupted people...
...have clothes to wear, my own room, a TV and a pushbutton phone," says Marcy Lewis, 13, heroine of The Cat Ate My Gymsuit by Paula Danziger. "Sometimes I feel guilty being so miserable, but middle-class kids have problems too." Indeed they do, and from Back Bay Boston to Bel Air, Calif., Marcy 's dilemmas and the perils of her fictional peers are avidly shared by a growing legion of juvenile readers. Once limited to such fare as Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, teen fiction has blossomed into a lucrative new genre: suburban social realism...