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...quest for health. He'd already stopped his three packs a day. In January 1986, he began his new regimen by quitting the booze. For the first three months, he and his personal trainer weighed and recorded every bite and sip he took. "I was scared to eat chocolate cake and thick steak, afraid my blood would rot," Remar remembers. He also went overboard on his exercise program. In addition to weight lifting, biking and jogging, there was a backyard aerobics class that friends were inveigled into joining. He was so intense that he promptly injured his right shoulder...
...course there are the dark images of the Iranian fiasco: the President's men skulking around, with cake and Bible and guns, on ventures so goofy as to seem unhinged; the tablets of Valium that Robert McFarlane swallowed. The Iran affair destroyed Reagan's nimbus of immunity, subverted his magic. His political authority derived from the idea that Ronald Reagan believed certain simple things profoundly, with an incorruptible candor. He would bob his head, in the way he has, and smile and say, "Here I stand: I can do no other." Martin Luther washed up on the beaches of Malibu...
...wounded veteran of the war against Nazi Germany. It took three years, seven operations and months in a plaster cast that encased him from neck to waist for him to recover. Compared with that ordeal, says Dole's younger brother Kenny, "running for President will be a piece of cake...
...jurors range in age from mid-20s to early 70s. Old friends by now, they celebrate each anniversary of the Kemner trial with a birthday cake. Two years ago, on Judge Goldenhersh's 40th birthday, they presented him with a silver plaque inscribed with their names and juror numbers...
...Masai are a handsome and arrogant and elegant people, filled with a serene self-satisfaction that amounts to a collective narcissism. Whites in East Africa for generations have been infatuated with the Masai. Yet certain details of their lives, like the flies that sometimes cake their lips and eyelids, can be disgusting. The Masai dwell in the world's most magnificent spaces. Yet to stoop at midday to enter one of their dung-walled huts to share a cup of tea is to be plunged immediately into an impenetrable, claustrophobic gloom, choked with smoke. A laser beam of sunlight fires...