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...standard-sized, individually wrapped condom of the kind put in dispensers in Canaday, Weld, and Greenough last spring measures 2 inches by 2 inches and is about a quarter-inch thick. Usually made of latex or occasionally polyurethane, the modern condom can stretch to 800 percent its normal size, if necessary—both a prophylactic and a practical joke waiting to happen. As a method of birth control, it boasts a 98 percent success rate, and when used to protect against STDs, one incurs less than a quarter of the risk one might incur through unprotected sex. As prophylactics...
MARY MCCARTHY HAS BECOME a metaphor for an existential drama enveloping the CIA. On the surface, the question is whether CIA employees may take it upon themselves to reveal CIA secrets to the media. The answer is no. There is, in the first quarter-inch of every CIA employee's personnel file, an ironclad secrecy agreement forbidding such. It is the law--and properly so. One can easily defend the need for unyielding discipline when it comes to guarding the nation's secrets. And one can point to legitimate internal channels for dissent. But all that may be irrelevant...
...average football player has a member of below-average size. I’ve seen them all (and myself) in the shower. No, seriously. Noted philosopher Andrew Dice Clay, referring to meatheads in general, once said, “They’re 220 pounds of dynamite with a quarter-inch [expletive] fuse.” Tell me football player, did David’s friendly remark and your 15 beers at the Kong not mix well and spark the fire that lit that fuse? Oh, what an explosion ensued...
...that “Harvard is just not a party school,” Niehaus decided to focus on appreciating the opportunities for intellectual engagement. He does not eschew partying altogether, however. Here two summers ago, he recalls, “I’d wake up with a quarter-inch of beer across my floor—I have pictures of us funneling beer with a security guard, but I can’t tell you anything more, because I don’t want him to lose...
...cold this week at Camp Swampy, down in the 20s in the morning as the last-minute training picks up and the clock ticks down for the company commanders. They must make sure that every soldier is qualified to handle his weapon, meaning he can snap-shoot a quarter-inch hole in a soccer ball at 100 yards. They must make sure the right equipment is shipped--from helicopters shrink-wrapped in plastic to protect them from the salt air on the ships heading out of Savannah, to flyswatters (a dozen for every 150 men, same for mousetraps...