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...Hulsey puts it, in setting a line of a poem the difference between its looking right and looking wrong is sometimes less than half a point. A few assembled stanzas laid out this way glimmer like distant, crowded constellations. Then the cylinders, wheeled into action by the big arm-crank, roll across the runway of the text, inking the letters and catching up a page in the flight of its own making...
Often working six days a week, the two have become an efficient ice-carving team that can crank out several sculptures in several hours...
...problem with all the proposed solutions is that no one can be sure about their unintended consequences. A new Medicare entitlement on the order of the Clinton-Gore-Bradley model could become a cost nightmare as boomers age and drug companies continue to crank out much coveted new drugs. But there's no guarantee that the alternatives would have enough money behind them to really cover the millions of Americans who are hurting from high drug costs. Meanwhile no one wants to see the pharmaceuticals industry, which has been full of inventions during the past decades, be stifled by government...
...alone, bitter and so bored that I watched my laptop's graphics demo five times. A low-key break from civilization turned into a personal hell when I realized who I was stuck with--me. The sound of my voice in my head drove me insane as I'd crank through the same set of self-examining questions. Over and over. I would even dictate impassioned editor's notes (like this) in my head. At the time, I didn't think I was making much progress, but I did have one, self-loathing thought about my life: what a tremendous...
...loudmouths, balloon-juice merchants--choose your epithet. They were in love with the sound of their own voice. They wouldn't shut up. You could gag them with terry cloth, wrap them in cellophane, dump them in the Mariana Trench--you could plug your ears with a Walkman and crank up a Def Leppard CD to 10--and still you'd hear the little tinny yap-yap of some office seeker promising cleaner streets, safer subways, cavity-free teeth. There was no end to the talking. It was inescapable, depressing, mind numbing. Those were the days! Now it's worse...