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...would cut emissions their 8%, the Japanese 6% and the U.S. a nominal 7%. (Administration officials insist that the most realistic accounting scheme makes the actual cutbacks lower; what's called 7% in Kyoto, they say, is really 3% at most.) After Gore twisted Hashimoto's arm, those were the numbers that stuck. Exhausted negotiators took an additional 10 hours to iron out the details--as Japanese workers hovered impatiently, waiting to set up for a trade show at Kyoto's International Conference Hall--but the American negotiating team never had to come back with a new proposal...
Weighed down by a bookbag packed so tightly that she is forced to wedge her statistics textbook under her arm, Ocon's five-foot, two-inch frame firmly grasps the carriage's top and with one quick tug manages to detach it from the body...
...clapboard houses with wraparound porches and flags fluttering in the breeze; a shopping district of three-story brick buildings anchored by a domed courthouse, a gabled hotel and the Murphy Theater, a brick-and-terra-cotta confection with a delightful Art Deco marquee. Dooley grabbed her husband's arm and cried, "This is it!" Wilmington seemed to be that "protected environment," she says, "where we could raise our kids in peace...
...might be thinking doesn't count; she's a model, not a narrative. What does count is the confluence of vectors--the square window with its two planes of blue sea and sky, the tabletop rushing away to the right at a shallow angle, the triangle of the arm propping the head, and the woman's left hand drooping over the upper arm, its slack spiky fingers echoed in the red-and-blue stripes of a cloth draped over the chair arm. All these angles, beautifully integrated, give the image an architecture that solidifies the passing moment, a firmness...
...comic is set in a banal yet bizarre near-future world, in which voodoo dinosaur zombies can run amuck in a 24-hour convenience store, or the clerical error of some guy in shipping can cause you to wind up wearing the right arm of a lycanthropic astronaut. Schrab calls this aesthetic "surreal"--indeed, one of the book's slogans is "Surreality just got funky!"--but that doesn't seem quite the right way to describe it. The key to understanding the "logic" of Schrab's universe is to realize that it's not the same sort of causality that...