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...m.p.h. "will emit no more pollutants per mile than three compact automobiles traveling at 60 m.p.h." As for sonic boom, the craft will be banned over land. At sea, the ad contends, the boom effect on the ocean surface will be "comparable to the impact of a fisherman's spinning lure hitting the water...
...consciously set out to raise our children free of the hang-ups we see in ourselves and our generation," Dr. Taylor explained recently. "We weren't going to use that cop-out of 'because the Bible tells you so.' " James' mother, Trudy Taylor, is the daughter of a Massachusetts fisherman and boat builder who before her marriage trained seriously as a lyric soprano. She had seen fondness for music so tormented by formal training that, though James, Livingston, Alex and Kate all took up various instruments (violin, cello, piano), they seldom took lessons for long. Mrs. Taylor...
Lord Hailsham, the Lord Chancellor, hastened to assure Her Majesty that the ancient right was of no real benefit to her. "There is an agreeable tradition," said Hailsham, "that the head [of a beached whale] was for the king, the body for the fisherman and the tail for the queen. This was based upon an anatomical fallacy, because it was supposed that the whalebone, which was used for the royal corsets, was in the tail. In fact it is in the head of a whale...
...there is anything in nature more single-minded than a salmon making its way through a thousand miles of water to the precise runnel where it was born, it is the fisherman-especially a British fisherman-bent on interrupting that journey with rod and line. In this deft and funny account of a stay at a Welsh fishing hotel, originally written as an Esquire piece, Novelist (Home from the Hill) William Humphrey encourages the reader to savor the eccentricities of both men and fish. His characters include an admiral whose refusal to clutter his memory with such matters...
...contrast to the islands was unfair, but in three hours I had changed worlds, and I was forced to make comparisons. Were the Gucci shoes and the Lilly sportcoat as expressive as the proud fisherman's beard and straw hat? And the weaver and the crazy woman-was their squabble the same as a joust of honking between a Mercedes and a Bentley? No, emphatically, no. Not Palm Beach: this extravagance could not have the same depth as the simple, slow, island rituals. The islanders' foibles had communicated their self-knowledge. Here, I felt that the foilbes denied that knowledge...