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...nine-tenths beaten to a frazzle. But he hangs in there, functioning on pride and coffee. He sells a porcupine for $100, which is about $98.75 more than any porcupine that can't play God Bless America on the musical goose-horns is worth. He sells an ostrich egg for $17, a slink of ferrets for $21 apiece, two ducks for $4 each, and a pregnant monkey named Bonnie for $575. A female African lion cub, not more than 6 in. high, 30 in. long including tail, and only a few weeks old, goes for $450. "Dime a dozen...
...vegetable cloning consists of cultivating cuttings from a plant. By the mid-1950s scientists had succeeded in cloning amphibians, producing frogs that were genetically identical to each other and carried the inherited characteristics of only a single parent. Most animal cloning has been done by transplanting nuclei into egg cells to produce an entire organism from a single cell. But the cloning of higher forms of life, like mammals, is hard to achieve. Mammal eggs are microscopic, ten to 20 times smaller in diameter than frogs' eggs, and vastly more difficult to manipulate. Consequently, the barriers to cloning laboratory...
First they scooped a mass of embryonic cells from the womb of a pregnant gray mouse. Using microscopes and a micropipette much finer than a human hair, they sucked out the cells' nuclei and, one by one, transplanted each into a recently fertilized egg extracted from another mouse. That mouse was black and functioned as a kind of genetic control...
...cars, barking dogs, loud neighbors, and Valium that doesn't work, Mel and Edna step into the ring with The City and survive, bruised and battered but still whole--and still suffering. As Mel asks, "Why do we pay somebody hundreds of dollars a month to live in an egg box that leaks...
...times kittenish; but she gives full play to her quick eye, sharp tongue and mocking sense of social comedy. An unfavorite cousin's face reminds her of a "mandrill's behind." T.S. Eliot's poem Ash Wednesday she greets as "Tom's hard-boiled egg." She describes avoiding an encounter with Ethel Smyth, the doughty, pipe-smoking feminist and composer who became infatuated with her: "I could not face her, though she was passing our door. Her letters sound as if she was in a furious droning mood, like a gale, all on one note...