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...When he was 20, Lewis made the rounds of Nashville's country career-makers. JLL recalls that, in the post-Elvis greeding frenzy, "They said, 'Well, now, you change your act to a gittar and you might could make it.' I said, 'You can take your gittar and ram it up your ass.'" What an affront! Jerry Lee was, after all, the consummate keyboard man, with the best left hand in the business. Pumpin' that piano was his religion and his most consummate vice. But even commercially, his retort seemed to make commercial sense in 1956, when some...
...HELMETED RAMS They're just like the ones Michelangelo designed at the New Sacristy of San Lorenzo in Florence. The foliage flowing from the ram is also similar...
...junior high yearbook I had a quote from a Spanish poet my sister had turned me on to, Juan Ram?n Jim?nez. It went like this: "If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." I chose it both because it expressed my contempt for my structured surroundings ? la the classroom and because, not being some dopey quote from a rock group, I thought it marked me as literary. I was a member of the Chess Club and Chem Club and burned everything I tried to make in Mrs. Delminico's home ec class. My favorite teacher...
Bossidy, the veteran chairman of Honeywell, was struck that among the shelves of business books published each year on strategy and leadership, none focused on the subject that obsesses successful executives: the essential grunt work of delivering results. So with consultant Ram Charan, Bossidy wrote Execution: The Discipline of Getting Things Done (Crown Business). Bossidy discussed the book with TIME's Andrea Sachs...
Even with knives as sharp as razors, it takes time to skin a man. After 35 minutes, flesh was hanging from Ram Mani Jnawali's shoulders and cuts crisscrossed his legs, ribs, arms, hands, ears and chin. His legs were shattered at the shins, broken stumps marking where the bones had been smashed across the steps of his house. But he was still breathing. And yet his teenage tormentors kept questioning him. "Why don't you leave the Congress party?" screamed one interrogator. "How much do you earn? Where are your daughters?" But the 54-year-old, whose only offense...