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...Grease, grease, grease. First a coat of lanolin ... then a coat of heavy grease ... applied to the strong stumpy body ... [She] splashed through the breakers at Cape Gris Nez [France] ... She swam the first four miles in three hours ... [After] she had been swimming for eleven hours, the water blackened fast. a squally rain whipped the broken seas that, running out with the tide, slapped her in the face ... For two hours the current would run against her ... She was no nearer the shore. For two hours, with truncheon legs that never stopped kicking, with failing arms that beat...
Still, as it took shape, Rumsfeld left his marks on the war plan--and then slapped a new coat of paint on the thing when he was done. Rumsfeld's notion was to do more--and do it faster and deadlier--with less. So he mixed in a larger number of special forces than the Army had originally envisioned, giving the commandos a central role. He shortened the soften-'em-up air war to just a few days instead of the more traditional few weeks. But the final surprise belonged to Franks: he opted to begin the ground war before...
Before it lands on your back, a cashmere sweater has completed an epic transformation. First, hair must be gathered during the molting season from the inner coat of special goats, the majority of which live in the coldest regions of China and Mongolia. Then the fiber has to be shipped to factories experienced in its production--the best are in Italy and Scotland--where it is spun into yarn, dyed and woven. The scarcity of the raw material has historically ensured a high price for the final product, sealing cashmere's reputation as a luxury fabric...
...Berenika D. Zakrzewski, every day is a performance. Whether she’s strutting around campus in her fur coat, buzzing around a Bee club party, or dazzling audiences at the piano, Zakrzewski pretty much ensures she won’t walk around unnoticed...
...senior, I might still walk home alone from time to time, but there is a noticeably quicker step to my gait. My eyes constantly dart around, visually inspecting every dark hovel. At least one hand is always buried into my coat pocket. Not simply stuffed in to keep warm, the hand holds tight to a cell phone set to dial 911 and just waiting to connect the call if necessary. I am not alone. Other females grip room keys, ready to wield them as weapons. Some refuse to leave their rooms without pepper spray in their purses...