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Folding painted screens are an integral part of Japanese architectural thought: they occupy a shadow line between architecture and decoration. These delicate panels of rice paper stretched on lacquered frames, held together by paper or leather hinges, were the remote ancestors of today's plebeian room dividers and office partitions. Their name, byōbu, means "protection from wind." From the 7th century, when the first byōbu were introduced from China, the art of screen painting absorbed the best talents in Japan. Perhaps because, being in everyday domestic use, they were more liable to damage than scrolls...
...sinks onto the cluttered couch of gold brocade, dropping a leather jacket on the floor beside him. He squints. His cold, blue eyes do battle with the yellow afternoon sun that streams through the foggy windows before him. He stretches, his tall, slim body, stretching in the warmth like a lithe, tense cat. His beard is cropped close, ash-blond, almost grey in the translucent light, and blends, quite unostentatiously, with his shaggily trimmed hair. His eyebrows-enormous tensile spans that arch across his brow-seem to be all that is holding him together, so much so that you forget...
...yourself still feel sweaty, even as you watch someone afterwards slipping into her leather culottes. And you still feel tired out even passing a little group of dancers sipping a vegetarian brew in the gym office. And you still even feel pleased, but you really wonder if it will last, when, for sure, you'll fall on your ass on the ice, running home...
...horses will return once a year for Munich's 16-day autumnal beer bust, the Oktoberfest. Then, geared in blue velvet and leather harnesses, they will take up their old station in the Gabelsbergerstrasse and trot out daily to the festival grounds with wagons bearing garlanded but empty wooden kegs. At the same time, fume-belching trucks will deliver the real stuff in aluminum barrels...
Meanwhile in Washington, the most dramatic blackout since the 1962 Cuban missile crisis saw, in the words of Diplomatic Correspondent William Mader, the same "intense expenditure of shoe leather, seemingly endless knocking on doors, convoluted probing and painstaking mosaic work." Over at the Pentagon, the messages were even fewer and farther between. "People were not talking because they just didn't know," reported Correspondent John Mulliken. "At one point a three-star Army general said rather plaintively, 'I was left out of Son Tay [the U.S. raid on the North Vietnamese prison camp], and I am embarrassed...