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...TIME, July 1). "Nuclear agreements are not the core of this summit," said Presidential Chief of Staff Alexander Haig. "It's a terribly difficult subject. There is concern about the two sides going too far, too fast. We can't pull the soufflé out of the oven before it's ready...
...chemistry experiments, or coughing in somebody else's culture dishes-thus starting unwanted bacteria colonies that ruin experiments. Caryn Lum, 20, a Stanford University senior who was recently accepted by two medical schools, tells of a friend who placed his samples from a qualitative analysis laboratory in an oven to incubate overnight; when he went to check them in the morning, they were gone-presumably stolen by a rival. Other students resort to "dry-labbing": faking the results of experiments on paper. Despite the possibility of stiff penalties for those who get caught, cheating in examinations has become widespread...
There were two especially nice solos, one a comic piece, the other a study of mood. In the first, Marcia Hanlon cooked "A Bun in the Oven" with such ecstasy that she couldn't resist kissing the floor and falling in love with her knife. In "Shawl Turning Dawn," Rylin Malone, very tall and beautiful, beckoned dawn in the Near East, accompanied by a wonderful flute...
...stopped at one house where a man was digging at some newly-sprouted crops that popped out of well-groomed furrows. In the small yard adjoining the house there were a couple of pigs eating out of a feeding trough. In the corner was a large, hemispherical earthen oven, where the farmer's wife baked bread. A pile of freshly-cut eucalyptus wood lay next to the oven. The man, very small and with a rough wizened face, had walked up to within a few yards of me and stopped, his wooden hoe in hand. I indicated the peanuts...
...drowning and whose heart was snatched from the funeral pyre by his fellow romantic, Trelawney. Or of Dylan Thomas, a sacrificial votary of drink (Olympian draughts, of course). Since the winter day in 1963 when Sylvia Plath turned on the gas and laid her head in her kitchen oven, she has become a goddess of the thanatophiliacs...