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...down DeWolfe Street in a protective party huddle, they stumble upon what appears to be an all-female cake-batter-wrestling event in the far corner of the Quincy courtyard. Like Odysseus resisting the call of the Sirens, Blickstead valiantly disregards the vixenish squeals of delight and surprisingly alluring scent of cake batter, and presses ahead, leading the group, now 50 or 100 paces behind him, inexorably onward to Mather...
...Phantom won’t disappoint in the slightest. Lif hasn’t toned down his politics—he’s just made them more personal: “The government is smiling because they smell the scent of death blowing / Just showing that their plan is running precisely / This nigger ought to fit into a wood box nicely,” he rhymes on “A Glimpse Of The Struggle.” Phantom is a concept album (as the belabored liner notes explain), dealing with the personal struggles of a young...
...before, Guterres himself was strutting around the hallway, clad head-to-toe in denim, with his long mane of hair trailing behind, accompanied by the scent of bountifully applied cologne. (At the judges' discretion, none of the defendants in any of the trials have been incarcerated.) He ducked into the trial of General Adam Damiri, who oversaw the military command for East Timor in 1999 and is the highest ranking military official on trial. When Damiri's session ended, Guterres hurried to greet the general with a handshake and a hug, and the two men walked out together, smiling...
...asking for the return of 100,000 grizzlies to the American wilderness, I'm looking for just one bear. The snow is so deep that I can't positively identify the tracks as belonging to a black bear or a grizzly. At one point the bear catches my scent and breaks into a gallop down the mountain. And--knowing it's being tracked--the bear hurries down out of the snow, and I quickly lose the trail. The next day, the sun returns, the snow melts, as do the tracks, vanishing, as if they never were...
...course, in a cornfield, in the dark, I was startled. After I was dead I thought about how there had been the light scent of cologne in the air but that I had not been paying attention, or thought it was coming from one of the houses up ahead...