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...right through them. (Up to exam 40. Then our lynx eyes droop and grading habits relax. Try to get on the bottom of the pile.) Again, it is not that A.E.’s are vicious or ludicrous as such; but in quantity they become sheer madness. Or induce it. “The 20th century has never recovered from the effects of Marx and Freud.” (V.G.); “But whether or not this is a good thing or a bad thing is difficult to say.” (A.E.) Now one such might...
...game despite a crippling injury, nor was it a duel to the finish with an old nemesis. This was just slobber-mouthed, dull-brained, lactic-shocked, mouth-breathing, eyes-rolled, pray-to-God, stumble-forward, ears-back, nose-running, beyond-exhaustion, knock-kneed, autopilot maneuver that out of sheer luck resulted in topping the hill rather than waking up in the hospital. It was as heroic as falling down a flight of stairs or slamming your hand in a car door...
...bars and nightclubs, arresting 1,411 people and seizing 307 kg of ice and 47,747 ecstasy pills. But Hong Kong police concede they're unable to stop the flood of drugs from across the border, which are often hauled back by teenagers to pay for their weekends. "The sheer volume at the border crossing provides opportunities for traffickers," says Paul Lewis, a senior inspector in the Hong Kong narcotics bureau...
...lose his life for killing an innocent person, what should be the state’s punishment for the same offense? Certainly someone must pay for the murder of an innocent woman or man. But who? The judge and jury? The lawyers and police? All of us? From the sheer number of wrongly convicted citizens, we know that innocent people will be—and have been—executed. If we allow this atrocity to continue, we do so with the same blood-stained hands as Timothy McVeigh or Susan Smith. By allowing capital punishment, we seal the fate...
...gliding around the performers, Trueba breaks his musicians down into their component parts, focusing on agile fingers and tapping nimble feet. He savors the contradiction inherent in the great hulking character that is pianist Chucho Valdes. Valdes is an imposing, giant of a man both in height and in sheer solidity, not to mention musical reputation in the jazz community. His playing is an incomparable mixture of Cuban and North American impulses. Trueba reels in close on his mammoth hands, as they span octaves and meld with the piano's keys in ponderous strokes. Trueba then cuts...