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...tycoons, and it tells you everything about the state of Russia today. Earlier this year, Roman Abramovich, the Russian oil magnate and Governor of the desolate Arctic region of Chukotka, was worth an estimated $5.7 billion - second only to Yukos oil baron Mikhail Khodorkovsky's $8 billion. Both men leapt from rags to riches in the giddy, shady privatization era of the early 1990s - and their companies agreed to merge last April - but their lives have since diverged. Khodorkovsky, 40, is now in jail, charged with embezzlement and tax evasion in what many call a politically motivated attack by President...
Harvard cornerback Benny Butler—who, at 5’8, was grossly overmatched in one-on-one coverage with the 6’7 Lawrie—leapt into the air, knocking the ball clear...
Carried away by the spirit of the evening, McGeary suddenly decided to take over as interviewer and ask a few probing questions of his own. When “Rock Your Body” started playing on the bar’s speakers, he leapt up from his wooden chair, hand raised with finger pointing to the bar’s low ceiling, reminiscent of Patrick Henry at the Constitutional Convention, and exclaimed, “Time for a straw poll! Justin Timberlake, up or down?” The table was soon abuzz, with comments ranging from the quality...
...large turkey named Lurker. Fresh from the wilds, I strode confidently in among the animals only to watch as the turkey's flopping wattle swelled and changed color from purple to enraged scarlet. "You'd better run," was the laconic advice of Annie, who looks after the animals. I leapt over the paddock fence just in time. So much for animal adventures. After that, I was happy to confine myself to the hotel's broad lawns, the pool and the beach (though my children played happily with Lurker). The Lone Pine, completed in 1948, was for years the only hotel...
...being. When Thom Yorke sang “We are accidents / Waiting to happen,” he was singing about all of us there, and we all knew it. When Yorke went ballistic, gyrating around in the stage in a demented head-shaking, knees-up hoedown, we all leapt with him. We the audience were careful not to despoil our sonic umbilical cord by cheering too loudly during songs and were rewarded with a PA that was clearer and crisper than most club shows...