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...bravura balancing act, on May 13 Benedict simultaneously fast-tracked John Paul II for sainthood and appointed San Francisco Archbishop William Levada as his own replacement to head the Vatican office on doctrine. The first announcement may run counter to Benedict's natural inclinations: he appears to frown on mass-market saintmaking (he has said he will not attend beatifications, which are a step before canonization). However, he clearly regards John Paul as a special case for sainthood and not just because of his own admiration. In the days before his election, the then Cardinal not only heard the cries...
Although he's 44, Linklater looks 28 and has a boyishness that makes his apparent curiosity about everything plausible. He punctuates sentences with a Beavis-like heh-heh of a giggle, or a shoulder shrug combined with a protruded-lip frown, like a 5-year-old's expression when you ask him if he poured Comet on the couch. He directed Bad News Bears, which opens next week, because, as an outfielder at Sam Houston State University who works out with the University of Texas team and built a diamond on his property, he has always wanted...
...average Russian about Boris Yeltsin’s “shock therapy” approach to privatization in the early 1990s, and you’ll get anything from a sour frown to a brief sampling of the more colorful metaphors Russians use to describe the activities those they don’t like perform on their mothers...
...charisma, but he didn't travel. Paul VI traveled, but he didn't speak other languages very well. John Paul II ran the table." To follow that act, many observers agree, his successor will need to speak several languages, have a ready smile (or at least a telegenic frown) and, as Gibson puts it, be able "to make news by virtue of who he is" as much as by what he has done...
...08p.m. It’s past closing time, but a few ice-cream diehards remain. A lonely husband and wife sit along the wall, separated by a chair. The wife looks away, and her husband hunches like an eagle, his dark eyebrows and bald forehead scrunched into a neutral frown. Beside them, a small puddle of chocolate sauce and lonely napkins lie on the floor, waiting to be scooped...