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...move his arms and legs. The next day he was pointing to his mouth, indicating that he wanted his teeth brushed. Physical therapists exercised Clark's arms and legs to prevent the muscles from atrophying. He was fed a gruel-like mixture through a tube inserted in his nostril and snaked down his throat and into his stomach. At week's end Clark was still slowly improving, although his doctors remained concerned about the possibility of brain damage...
Superficially, coke is a supremely beguiling and relatively risk-free drug-at least so its devotees innocently claim. A snort in each nostril and you're up and away for 30 minutes or so. Alert, witty and with it. No hangover. No physical addiction. No lung cancer. No holes in the arms or burned-out cells in the brain. Instead, drive, sparkle, energy. If it were not classified (incorrectly) by the Federal Government as a narcotic, and if it were legally distributed throughout the U.S. (as it was until 1906), cocaine might be the biggest advertiser on television...
...latest remake of the movie A Star Is Born, a rock-'n'-roll manager has a cache of cocaine ready backstage at an outdoor concert. When Kris Kristofferson, playing the rock star, arrives, the manager gives him a "one and one"-a toot in each nostril-just before he leaps onstage. Fireworks...
Even worse, the passions which drove noir seem almost charming today. When Roman Polanski made the mock-noir Chinatown, he had to slice open Nicholson's nostril to get the same effect that was once accomplished by showing a couple of thugs lurking outside the window. Leave it to the Reader's Digest to mourn our passing national innocence--but the real problem is we've lost our faith in passion. Murder and passion seem almost antithetical at the present, and adultery--well, adultery is for adolescents...
...however, in an era when excessive gasoline consumption has become offensive to nostril, pocketbook and national pride, automotive abstinence has become a virtue. The kiwi is in the catbird seat. The man or woman who gets to work by bicycle or shanks' mare trails clouds of self-esteem as palpable as the carbon dioxide fumes he has forsworn. Whether he refuses to buy a car at today's prices or simply will not or cannot take the wheel, he can be said to have heeded official pleas to share the ride (though it is someone else who does...