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...clue that seconds later she would be prancing about with uniformed auto mechanics. Thus, Lesson One: surprise us. Music videos ought to have tricks. Songs are brief, and the audience should be riveted for all four minutes. Next, we see Wolf slouching along, creating weird body shapes with his limp form. On the other hand, adorable Björk charmed, unabashedly leaping about while wearing a dress like a lampshade. Lesson Two: hey there, rock star, kill your self-consciousness before it kills your charisma! Overall, Wolf’s video is badly timed, poorly conceived, and tiredly executed. Instead...
...long after its expiration, the limp, poisoned body slavered over in many a Playboy centerfold was packed into a freezer to await a court decision over its final resting place. Her mother wanted her buried in Texas for the sake of convenience; her five-month-old child’s guardian wanted her buried in the Bahamas...
...while her big fat needle pierced him three or four times before it found blood, this stolid 60-year-old Eastern European block of a man had made not a sound. His face hadn't registered a flicker of pain, his arm stayed still, even his hand remained limp. No reaction to this needle torture promised an unsatisfying go at the VAS. But dutifully she administered. Protocol...
...Indira Gandhi's 1984 assassination by Sikh bodyguards and the spasm of anti-Sikh violence that ensued. Kartar Singh, a Sikh who runs a Chandni Chowk appliance store, narrowly escapes death in the rioting - and leverages that experience to gain influence in a Hindu nationalist party. "He has a limp and a charred signboard - wounds that even a Member of Parliament would covet," a rival notes wryly. "It is wonderful what a riot...
Imagine my surprise, then, to open Robert Fagles' new translation of The Aeneid and discover that it's, you know, pretty great stuff. Here's the demise of Euryalus: "He writhes in death/ as blood flows over his shapely limbs, his neck droops,/ sinking over a shoulder, limp as a crimson flower/ cut off by a passing plow." Fagles published terrific translations of The Iliad and The Odyssey a few years ago, so maybe I shouldn't have been gobsmacked by his Virgil. They're all quite popular too, part of a renewed passion for the classical world. The culture...