Word: rackingly
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...idea that every Cabinet officer must first be neat, trim and well pressed is backward. What is inside is more important than what is outside. The 6-ft. 2-in., 216-lb. Bennett bought his suits off the rack for less than $300 and sometimes got them pressed. "Enough said about that," declared the rumpled Bennett in his National Press Club valedictory...
...yard, pump some gas, for whatever they can earn. William Harris, 50, works the parking lot of a Ralphs supermarket in Hollywood. Wearing a gray pinstripe vest, tuxedo shirt, vermilion shoes and blue Yankees cap, he asks customers if he can take their shopping carts back to the rack. Each cart returned brings Harris an automatic 25 cents. "I don't feel sorry for people who say they're hungry," he says. "You just go out and hustle. Nobody owes you anything...
...last April 4, Reza was lying down on his hospital bed, flipping TV channels with the remote-control device while Dr. Frankel and Dr. Wallace Lehman, the chief pediatric orthopedic surgeon, were discussing the procedure. Occasionally, Reza would turn his gaze from the set, which was on a rack near the ceiling, to the window, with its view of drab gray apartment buildings, not sky. The family was looking on. "We'll make a cut here, and one here, if we can," said Dr. Frankel, drawing imaginary lines across the top and the bottom of Reza's right shin...
...freedom: this is acceptable; that is taboo. Existing together without a code of conduct seems unimaginable. Deciding what is normal behavior is an act everyone performs all the time. Masson would like to see the day when such judgments have gone the way of the dunking stool and the rack. But the course he would follow means not just the abolition of psychotherapy but of thinking as well...
...Hotel, which offers decent, if second-rate, Italian food in a comfortable setting. Far better is Nikolai's Roof, atop the Atlanta Hilton. Despite an annoying 6:30 and 9:30 seating policy and an altogether corny menu recitation, the sparkling little supper club offers winy hot borscht, herbed rack of lamb, roasted guinea hen in a lemony olive sauce and a gently sweet banana-almond souffle. Asked why there was not more Russian food on the menu, the waiter answered, "The Czar Nikolai ate only French food." Smart...