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SINGAPORE'S English-speaking inO habitants know it best as "The City of Smells." If there is one predominant smell in Singapore today, it is not the withering blast of the garlic the natives put in their food, or the sickly sweet smell of the Zam-Zam hair oil they put on their heads; the strongest and biggest smell in Singapore is the sulphurous stench of unprocessed rubber. To the people of Singapore all the perfumes of Araby could not smell as sweet...
...first Italian production of The Consul, La Scala was giving him everything he wanted: a hand-picked cast (including Contralto Marie Powers and Tenor Andrew McKinley from Broad way's Consul), new sets, plenty of rehearsals and free rein with the staging. But instead of garlands, he sniffed garlic. For one thing, some Italians resented the fact that he won his fame...
...Korea Christian College, and two high-school students, Kil Yoon Song, 21, and Kee Yong Ham, 19. Their 7,000-mile plane trip was financed by the Korean government and popular national subscription. Their 26-mile trip over the marathon route was fueled by Korean kimchi, a mixture of garlic and onions, hot peppers and chopped cabbage...
They haggled for nigh a month as they traveled toward Peking. The Chinese grew testier. So did the British-they disparaged shark's-fin soup, complained of smelly peasants (like "putrefying garlic on a much-used blanket"), ridiculed the native opera ("the instrumental music, from its resemblance to the bagpipes, might be tolerated by Scotchmen; to others it was detestable"). Then, as they neared the walls of Peking, the troubled mandarins agreed that the troublesome ambassador might kneel before the Emperor on one knee and bow three times, repeating this homage thrice. The Canton trade, the British told themselves...
...crowd, a summer-night buzz of fans interrupted by an occasional drink being shaken at the small bar. It is dark in here . . . Fans in the prayer for cool salvation. From the next booth drifts the conversation of radio executives; from the green salad comes the little taste of garlic. Behind me . . . a young intellectual is trying to persuade a girl to come live with him and he his love. She has her guard up, but he is extremely reasonable, careful not to overplay his hand . . . In the mirror over the bar I can see the ritual of the second...