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...still be the place to be seen in northern Mitrovica, but the riverside cafe no longer oozes a sense of imminent danger. It was tense, this past winter, when Kosovo declared independence from Serbia, and La Dolce Vita's regulars gathered in a tense silence, sipping slivovitz plum brandy, smoking, and waiting for the news from Belgrade. As the Serb capital was gripped by violent protests that included an attempt to torch the U.S. embassy, life became in Mitrovica became dangerous for Serbian and foreign journalists covering local demonstrations: Several had their cameras smashed; some were beaten. A Serb reporter...
...living forever"). And we sympathize with the 9th century court poet Ki no Tsurayuki, who takes refuge in happier memories when his lover turns cold ("Have you changed?/ I cannot read your heart./ But at least I know/ that here in my old home/ as always the plum blossom/ blooms with fragrance/ of the past...
...minority pundits and analysts instead. It's a universal phenomenon: businesses say they have no qualified female or minority candidates until there's a pressing financial or p.r. reason to find them. Then, suddenly, they're everywhere. So there's no excuse not to develop them for the plum anchor spots as well...
...befitting a fiercely talented, eccentric and magnetic leading man. Later this summer, Downey will appear as an Australian Method actor who is overly committed to playing a black soldier in Ben Stiller's raucous satire of filmmaking and war movies, Tropic Thunder. And in the fall comes another plum role, as a journalist who discovers a schizophrenic Juilliard violinist (Jamie Foxx) living on the streets of Los Angeles in Joe Wright's drama The Soloist. Downey's career feels a lot more than six years removed from 2002, when Woody Allen said he couldn't afford to cast the unstable...
...distant fields, however, the trees were healthy, moistened with the previous Thursday’s rains. The leaves of the tall oaks brushed against one another caressingly, and when the wind came in short breezes the leaves gasped like the ocean. Out in the small orchard, the plum trees sagged, their branches laden with ripe fruit. Frederick thought it was the loveliest pastoral tableau that he had ever seen.Slowly, inevitably, his attention was drawn back to the terrace, back to Felicity, back to the table laden with porcelain which sat between them. There was nothing more...