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...more in kind than in quantity, it still seems fairly certain that modern man sleeps less than his ancestors did. Some reasons are clear: generations ago, men did a great deal more physical work; they got plain tired, or downright bone-weary. And before Mr. Edison's electric bulb turned night into a gaudy imitation of day, it was hard on the eyes to read, write or sew after dark...
Make a Fist. When the patient contracts a muscle in his arm, just as if he intended to make a fist, the servo-electric system relays the signals and his artificial hand clenches in a fist. The lightweight arm is so versatile that the wearer can unscrew a light bulb, lift weights up to 9 lbs., and bend every knuckle on every finger...
...Sound of Trumpets. Dawn. In a darkened Italian tenement a bare bulb blazes suddenly. A boy of 17 winces in his sleep, begins to wake up, decides not to. Today, he remembers uneasily, is the day when childhood ends and Life begins, the day when he must go to the city to apply for his first job. "Hey Domenico!" his father hollers. "Hush, let him sleep a little more," his mother murmurs. The light goes out. In the darkness slowly the boy opens his big, gentle, worried eyes...
...Craig was born with a problem: his father, grandfather, great-grandfather and two uncles were all lawyers. The legal profession seemed an unavoidable family inheritance, and he wanted to escape. He went to Stanford determined to become an engineer, switched to economics, worked as a fuel and light bulb salesman after graduation. Only when he found out how hard it was to make a living did Craig give in and go back to Stanford to study law. He was on the right track at last. He has prospered handsomely as a corporation lawyer in Phoenix, Ariz., and today...
...became progressively crippled with arthritis, Colette saw her world shrink to the dimensions of the cone of blue light thrown across her bed by an electric bulb shrouded in blue paper. She notices that the voices of the children outside in the Palais-Royal garden are not as loud as they once were. Her constant companion is pain-"pain ever young and active, instigator of astonishment, of anger, imposing its rhythm on me, provoking me to defy it"-but she will not blunt it, for pain, too, can be a boon to one with an "instinct for the game...