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There are some things in the world of Jobs that you can rely on. On warm days, he will always appear at work shoeless and in hiking shorts. The rest of the time, he will always wear Levi's jeans, no belt and one of the hundreds of black, mock-turtleneck shirts a clothing-designer chum made for him many years ago. (Not having to worry about what to wear to work every day allows him to concentrate more on work, he says.) And he will always take any opportunity he can to lay out the wider context, the framework...
...small private army; it began with four gunmen and swelled at times to a dozen or maybe more. Our vehicles took heavy punishment: three tires were punctured, the van had to be left and picked up later, a taxi had to be hired in Baghran, a 4x4's belt spring was broken, some electricals failed, two cars collided and one had to be push-started several times. There was also the toll on those who travelled with us; food was poor and in little quantity, the dust was inescapable, sleep was rare and the cold was biting. But in four...
GIULIANI: Tibor was on my security detail. He is a black belt, one of the toughest men you'll ever meet. His clothes are white except for blood. He looks exhausted and beaten. I have never seen Tibor like that. He is shaking. He says, "It's terrible out there. Terrible." We have to sit him down and relax...
...year-old South African with AIDS, walked onto the stage at an international aids conference in Durban last year, he hardly seemed able to hold the microphone, let alone address 10,000 delegates. The shiny black suit he wore hung from a body ravaged by disease. The belt around his waist had six extra holes punched in it. He wore a diaper in case of diarrhea. Lit by a fearsome spotlight, the tiny figure paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath and began. "Care for us and accept us - we are all human beings. We are normal...
...year-old South African with AIDS, walked onto the stage at an international AIDS conference in Durban last year, he hardly seemed able to hold the microphone, let alone address 10,000 delegates. The shiny black suit he wore hung from a body ravaged by disease. The belt around his waist had six extra holes punched in it. He wore a diaper in case of diarrhea. Lit by a fearsome spotlight, the tiny figure paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath and began. "Care for us and accept us?we are all human beings. We are normal...