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Light & Knife. The polyp (from the Greek polypodos, many-footed) near the President's vocal cord is a soft growth that looks something like a miniature octopus. Polyps are common in many parts of the body; misuse of the vocal cords seems to encourage their development in the larynx. The great majority are benign tumors, but while the President is still under the anesthetic, his polyp will be cut up and examined under the microscope to make sure there is no malignancy. Removal is a simple matter of inserting a tube with a light at the end down...
...sacrifices content to style and overwrites. He trotted out a veritable Noah's Ark to praise Barbra Streisand's performance in Funny Girl: "She's like a grasshopper, a shy one . . . she's an eel on a chair, nibbling at flowers . . . second cousin to an octopus on a chaise longue." And he is overly fond of metaphors of cuisine: "Well-done with French-fried potatoes and salad thrown in on the side" (The Unsinkable Molly Brown); "a disillusioned slice of life with no butter" (A Taste of Honey...
...most). He abhorred water, put goldfish in the water pitchers to discourage would-be teetotalers. Once at table, his guests braced themselves for surprises. Much of Lautrec's cuisine was inspired variations on classic dishes, but his real penchant was for the exotic: eel liver, fried octopus, thrush en casserole...
...depths, Montale in the prime of life cried out to his fellow man for help. His fellow woman answered, but Montale found sex to be an arm of the elemental octopus and love itself a surrogate ("your life, your blood in my veins"), not a solution. In despair, he turned away from human amenity and stared into the abyss of unbeing. In horror he demanded: "What is the name of the void that invades...
...look down At the slum backyards frothed over with snow And think of the boy with the octopus brain Floating pale and wavy through The murky waters of Schopenhauer While your mother wheedled by the hour...