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...Japan's $200 million safety-razor market. In the early 1960s, Schick and its rival Gillette began selling their razor blades in Japan. Both faced keen competition from Feather, a Japanese manufacturer. Schick decided to retain a prominent local distributor, Hattori. But Gillette blundered by abandoning its local agent after a few years. Japanese retailers viewed Gillette's move as arrogant, and the firm was unable to sell its products on its own. Says Jay Gwynne, president of the consumer health-products division of Warner-Lambert, which owns Schick: "To try to eliminate the Japanese middleman is the quickest...
...feel more sexy, more virile, and it helps me get into character," says Ford Model Philip Sturgeon, who has appeared, whiskers bristling, in magazine layouts and ad campaigns for Levi's and Macy's California. In the words of Wilhelmina Artists' Agent Christopher Mertz, "Now it's a commodity, it's a look the clients can bank on." Says New York Casting Director Billy Serow: "A couple of years ago, it was the James Garner-Mariette Hartley look. Today, if you're dealing with anything hip, Miami Vice is the prototype...
Gravity, however, would still remain the odd force out. No experimental evidence has emerged to confirm the existence of its transmitting agent, the graviton. And though this hypothetical particle has been accommodated mathematically in unified theories, such models have been fatally flawed by anomalies that leave the theories meaningless. The crux of the problem: the electroweak and strong forces are quantum forces, whereas gravity is still defined only as a consequence of the curvature of space and time and thus cannot yet be explained in terms of quantum physics...
...corner or disappearing into a manhole, as Len Deighton slowly brings his three-volume tale of find-the-mole to a close. Readers who have stayed with the author from the beginning may have forgotten that Berlin Game, the first book in the trilogy, begins with British Intelligence Agent Bernard Samson and his old friend Werner Volkmann doing a bit of surveillance near the Berlin Wall. Samson, sour and middle-aged, asks, "How long have we been sitting here?" and Volkmann, an ironist, replies, "Nearly a quarter of a century...
Samson's exasperation at these self-important triflers and their chirping Oxbridge accents is funny and justified, but it is also somewhat obsessive. He cannot stay away from the subject. He mentions an American agent who dresses too well, and this reminds him of Dicky Cruyer's kind: "The public-school senior staff at London Central spent just as much money on their Savile Row suits' and handmade shirts and Jermyn Street shoes, but they wore them with a careless scruffiness that was a vital part of their snobbery. A real English gentleman never tries; that was the article...