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...rush job, and an end hardly befitting one of Germany's greatest poets. In 1826, in an effort to give Schiller his due, the mass burial site was reopened, but by then the body had decomposed beyond recognition. Determining which among 23 recovered skulls was Schiller's became an act of divination: the mayor of Weimar simply deemed the biggest one to be that of the cerebral poet. Schiller's friend Johann Wolfgang von Goethe later took the memento mori home to muse upon; he even wrote a reverential poem entitled Lines on Seeing Schiller's Skull. Since 1827, this...
...moved to Hollywood just two years ago, after growing up singing in the church choir in LaGrange, Ga., and taking one dance class, at 10, to meet a girl. "Performing is a rush," says Kelley. "You can express yourself without regret or explanation." Although he tangoed in 2006's Take the Lead, when he first saw the moves he was expected to do in Hairspray, Kelley was baffled. "I was like, I hope you have a stunt man," he says. Two months of rehearsals later, the cameras rolled. And Kelley danced away with a promising career...
...city that knows it is a constant target for terror, the huge burst of white steam, a towering column of almost biblical ferocity, was enough to kindle several moments of panic. An underground pipe explosion near Grand Central Terminal during rush hour Wednesday evening spooked commuters and tourists alike in New York City. "The whole ground was shaking," one young woman heading away from the scene said into her cell phone. "It just came from nowhere," said another, "and then everyone was yelling, 'get out of here...
...Well, they're actually really supportive of this. What they want is to build a really great company, too. And if you think about the timeframe over which this has happened - we took our venture round from Accel Partners just about two years ago - they're not in a rush. We have plenty of time to build something good...
Inside her there was the soul of a poet, diverted by the rush of politics, but never denied, not even in the White House citadel. She once told Sidey how often at day's end she took her paper work with her to the arbor in the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden where fragrant ripening grapes hung heavy above her and she sat on creaky white wicker chairs. "There," she said, "I'm in a dear, old-fashioned summer home." And she often sat in twilight on the Truman Balcony to watch the Washington Monument fade from a delicate pink to gray...