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...perfect jasper ware, an unfading ceramic that also comes in green, lavender, yellow and maroon. Josiah fired more than 10,000 experiments in his kilns. What he was after was a material that could be impregnated with color throughout, rather than simply receive a surface glaze. And in cauk, a form of barium sulphate, Josiah found what he wanted. Jasper ware grew so popular that the English used it for shoebuckles, chessmen, perfume vials, bell pulls, architectural ornaments, even a mortar and pestle. Most famous of all Josiah's jasper ware was his limited edition of the Portland vase...
...since Vaslav Nijinsky stunned audiences with his aerial virtuosity half a century ago has a male dancer so completely captivated the world of ballet. When he leaves the theater, hordes of glaze-eyed females of all ages have been known to surround his car and fall on their knees chanting "Thank you, thank you." The admiration extends backstage as well. Whenever he performs, dancers crowd the wings to watch and learn. "Watching Rudi is more than an education," explains the Royal Ballet's Alexander Grant. "He makes every step seem beautiful, possible and important...
...what Martin Greenhouse, 39, did one day last week, and he was tooling along Manhattan's East River Drive on his way to his job as electrical supervisor at Brooklyn's Navy Yard just as dawn was breaking around 6 o'clock. There was a slight glaze of icy snow on the road, and at a turn just south of 96th Street, Martin's car skidded into a lazy U-turn...
...head for heights. No doubt he is right, if tiresomely unoriginal, when he says that in an anxious age big-city dwellers are too often out of touch with each other and with the fundamental realities of their lives. But the spectator's eyes will probably glaze a little when the death of the gigolo is laboriously identified with the death of the heart in contemporary civilization. And his hackles will surely rise when the whole pretentious mess is blamed on him. In an epilogue addressed to the public the hero peevishly announces: "I leave a stain upon...
...symptoms are turning up everywhere. A commuter puts down his paper and his eyes glaze as if with some interior rapture; a stenographer stops typing and stiffens in her chair; waiting for the children's hamburgers to brown, a housewife suddenly presses her hands on the kitchen table until the knuckles show white. These are not the victims of some new virus, nor has the strain of modern living sent them around the bend. Instead, they are practicing the very latest wrinkle in body culture: isometrics...