Word: dinner
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...Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn at his home in Vermont in 1993, through his eldest son, with whom I went to college. It was snowing hard, and he came in from the small separate house he used as his study to join the family for dinner. He looked a bit gruff, but his eyes were kind. He asked me what my major was, and I told him it was literature. "What kind?" he asked. "English," I said. He said, "There are other kinds of literature, you know...
...Sydney. "There could be more fun," laments Adamantia Thanou, a physiotherapist for the Greek team. "In Sydney, people were out and about after midnight the entire time. Here, there's nothing going on." Thanou is probably not the best source. First, as a Greek, she has higher nightlife standards: dinner starts at about 3 a.m. in Athens. Plus, it's easy for the trainer to push for parties: What race is she running the next morning? Thanou should be patient - once competitions end and athletes lose, they'll want to let off some steam. "I'm saving myself," says Croatian...
...year working for Vivendi convinced Simoncini he wasn't cut out for corporate life. At dinner with his three closest friends - all recently divorced - the light dawned. "They all complained they couldn't meet anybody - they worked too hard, they didn't go out anymore, they were too old," recalls Simoncini, who met his wife the old-fashioned way: at a nightclub. "I said to myself, I don't know that many people, so if I know three people like this, there must be millions...
...husband's are positively raw. The former President is particularly resentful of suggestions-which he believes were fueled by the Obama camp-that he attempted to play upon racial fears during the primaries. Not helping is the fact that Obama has yet to follow up on the tentative dinner plans he and Bill Clinton made at the end of the primary season. "It's personal with him, in terms of his own legacy," says a friend of Bill Clinton's. "And the race stuff really left a bad taste in his mouth...
After a series of post-dinner presentations, we drink whiskey cooled by ice cubes cut from some of the spare cores, dating back to 1816 exactly. One by one we head off to our assigned sleeping tents, bunk bags and bags, where the air is only a little warmer than it would be outside. I suppose my body clock has caught up with wherever I am, because I fall asleep immediately, and deeply. I wake up once in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and stagger outside, shivering. It's 2 a.m., and the sun is bright...