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...Puerto Madryn, a small town on the coast of Patagonia, a lone freighter was unloading one day last week. A big wooden crate slipped from its hoist, splintered on the docks, and out tumbled a bright pile of costume jewelry from Japan. "Enough trinkets," said a bored customs officer, "to adorn every nanny goat in Patagonia." The jewelry, as the customs officer well knew, would soon be heading north from barren, duty-free Patagonia as a routine part of Latin America's most wide-open smuggling operation...
Bachelor Uncle Henry ("He was like a shy volcano, boiling and boiling but afraid of boiling over") antes up $10,000, and Bill gets his start in exported dyestuffs. He operates from a loft in an egg-crate factory, and his business has more downs than ups, but Bill meets a picaresque crew of characters from mad chemists to eccentric fellow entrepreneurs to weird office help...
Last month the profitable monkey business was monkeyed with. The Indian government ruled that only monkeys weighing more than 6 Ibs. (v. the old 4-to-6-lb. standard) can be shipped, and only at a rate of five a crate, compared to the previous dozen. The government's official view was that smaller monkeys are not necessary for polio vaccine. But unofficially, the reason was increasing religious pressure from India's monkey deifiers. plus a dark fear that other countries really use the monkeys for rocket and radiation research. Whatever the reason, by last week the market...
...struck by a soldier. A captain came along, beat him some more, jabbed his legs and arm with a knife point, Kim said. They shaved his hair off with electric clippers, daubed coal tar on his head and face. Then they packed 4-ft. Kim into a 3-ft. crate used to carry plane parts, put holes in it to give him air and loaded their cargo aboard a helicopter. The camp commander, Major Thomas G. James of Plymouth, Pa., flew the copter himself. James planned to leave the boy at a disused field and make him walk back...
...tone is as plump as a Percheron's rump. As a musician, though, Lanza owes perhaps too much to his early conditioning as a delivery man for a wholesale grocer. No matter how light the aria, he delivers it-grunting and sweating and rolling his eyes -like a crate of olive...