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...Cohn, a perfectionist, this was grossly wasteful. Usually, only one or two components of plasma were needed for each case. So he set to work in his laboratory, separating blood fluid into its many fractions, and soon had a practical method for extracting serum albumin. This was less bulky than plasma, kept better, and was far more economical. But it was not good enough for Cohn...
...Wichita canvas owes much to Edgar Degas, the woman-hating perfectionist who was Mary Cassatt's closest male friend. "I would not have admitted," he exclaimed when first he saw her work, "that a woman could draw as well as that." He proceeded to teach her a good deal of his own almost cruelly precise draftsmanship, which has never been surpassed for subtlety. Other impressionists-Manet, Monet et al. -followed Degas' lead in drawing Painter Cassatt into their sunlit circle. From them she got the habit of subordinating form, space and texture to the pure play of light...
...Vito has been asked several times to tour the U.S., once actually signed a contract, but her mother died and she canceled the trip. As a next best thing, RCA Victor plans to release some of her records soon, but De Vito, ever the perfectionist, is underjoyed. "I don't like any of them," she says...
Texas turns out golfers of a perfectionist and fiercely competitive strain, e.g., Ben Hogan, Byron Nelson, Babe Didrikson Zaharias. This week Texans were talking about a trim (5 ft. 6 in., 133 Ibs.), professedly lazy 19-year-old girl who appears to be neither a perfectionist nor fiercely competitive, but whose name is already on a lot of golf trophies. It is a name that Texans expect soon to be known to the outside world: Lesbia Lobo of San Antonio...
...Cockneys. Ever the perfectionist, he once borrowed a chisel to set right a grammatical error on his grandfather-in-law's tombstone. But he found it harder to meet the recurrent agony of writing: "A hundred pages more, and this cursed book is flung out from me." Some days he had "the strength of 20,000 cockneys"; on others he was "sunk as in tropical oppression" with a "base, underhand desire to lie down in everlasting leaden sleep." Sometimes the limp writing hand he held out for Jane Carlyle to pat was only slapped, and Carlyle would whimper...