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...sleep into long-term memory, where they can be accessed again and again as needed. All this nocturnal tidying creates room for new connections to be formed when the brain wakes again. "If this didn't happen, theoretically, over time, the brain would reach capacity and be unable to learn or remember new things," says Shaw. "After a night's sleep, the next morning the brain wakes up and is ready to go, ready to acquire new information...
...challenge golf's chosen one. Harrington carries no false hope. "When Tiger's having a good week, there's not much opportunity for anyone else," he says. His mental coach has instructed him to focus on his own game, as there's not much he or anyone else can learn from studying his monumentally talented rival. "It's silly to pay attention to someone so gifted and expect to learn from [him]," Rotella says. "You can learn a lot more from someone like Harrington, who had to make himself great." Harrington agrees, "I can't play someone else's game...
...first lesson of Columbine is that "they" were not they. To understand Harris and Klebold, you have to learn to tell them apart. Harris was the extrovert: "He smoked, he drank, he dated. He got invited to parties. He got high," Cullen writes. An Army brat, shuttled from school to school, he had picked up the trick of being charming, but he also had a temper that flared when he didn't get his way. Klebold was physically more imposing--at 6 ft. 3 in., he was 6 in. taller--but he was less sure of himself...
What can we learn from Columbine, which is now the most convincing, authoritative narrative we have of the massacre? If it fills in the meaning of that senseless atrocity, what is it? Harris' story doesn't help us any. It's familiar and unilluminating: he was wired to kill. If there is a lesson here, it lies in Klebold's story, which is the more disturbing because he was, at heart, like us. He was capable of love and sympathy, and he discarded them. Some killers are natural born. Klebold was made...
...recognize him physically as a human: “[Bachmann] hauled off and poked his stick into the ghost’s side. It writhed with pain and made faces. You’ve hurt my kidney, the critter whimpered.” Though the reader and Bachmann eventually learn that Schnotz was once just as inhuman a soldier as he is now a woodland critter, Schnotz’s Gollum-like wildness emphasizes his pathetic fall from the military, society, and humanity. In addition, Lind captures his subjects with kind of dual childishness and precision; in sketching the form...