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...guard a title that was rich before/To gild refined gold, to paint the lily," wrote Shakespeare, "Is wasteful and ridiculous excess." True, but this is a new millennium, and the gilding of Harry Potter seems to have worked. The carefully built-up demand produced long lines of customers and the curious at the many U.S. bookstores open for business at the crack of last Saturday. Some of these settings seemed surreal. At Books of Wonder in lower Manhattan, local TV and print reporters swarmed among the expectant book buyers. "The A.P. has already hit us," said Dave Lambert...
Colton and Aboud plan to broaden their readership by cutting back on media jokes, but such stunts earn MH attention from a vain press--the Misfortune parody was published in FORTUNE too--which is pure gold for a Web start-up. In an exception to the aforementioned Entertaindom rule, MH has scored backing from venture capitalists, who hope its brand can be slapped on books, video games and movies. ("We tell them, 'Think Modern Humorist's Scuba School with Corey Haim,'" cracks Colton.) The money has been used to hire a staff of 10 and add multimedia. MH's "Summer...
...also shifted the public mood from a decade-long depression into an exuberant optimism. Says sociologist Robert Rochefort, head of the CREDOC, a Paris-based think tank: "We have seen a spectacular return of confidence, a sort of alchemy in which everything seemed to turn from lead to gold...
...flat as that, but it exposes the most intimate, relevant detail of Howard's life. I don't want to look at him, but I do, and Howard doesn't flinch. Howard's sad eyes don't change, don't feign remorse or regret, just stay sad, and his gold-plated teeth are the only thing that hints he was once a man who wouldn't let himself be stared at. "I don't know how Howard killed somebody, and I don't care," says Cain about his favorite prisoner. "I care about how he is now." Even though Louisiana...
...country finds Eden; the country loses Eden; the country yearns for Eden. In Life on the Mississippi, Twain described his early infatuation with the river's beauty at sunset: "A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood; in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold through which a solitary log came floating, black and conspicuous; in one place a long, slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water; in another the surface was broken by boiling, tumbling rings, that were as many-tinted as an opal...