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Head groundsman at the All-England Club, Eddie Seaward, says the new grass was developed because the tournament needed a plant that could withstand the wear of the modern game. Grass surfaces that could put up with lightfooted gents in trousers - like Fred Perry, the Englishman who dominated Wimbledon in the 1930s - couldn't as easily endure the exertions of, say, 6-ft.-6-in. (1.98 m) Max Mirnyi, a.k.a. the Beast from Belarus...
...needed a grass that could hold up for two weeks and not splinter into patches, which is what causes bad bounces," says Seaward. "That was our goal." Any change in the pattern of play, he insists, "was just a natural byproduct of being able to keep the soil firmer...
...resolutely outside the box. As he once remarked, "There is nothing to say that every house has to have eight corners." There don't appear to be any at all in the country house in Wales that his firm designed for a Labour Member of Parliament. On its seaward-facing side, it consists of just an elliptical wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that are wedged directly into the land like the filling in a pita pocket. There are also no detectable corners in that snaking brontosaurus house, a proposal from 2005 that Kaplicky calls Villa. Although...
...yielding his day-to-day policy duties. "I've been asked by the President and my new boss to focus on big strategic questions and the bigger issues," Rove told TIME. The idea, according to an aide, is for Rove to focus on "immigration, not the definition of seaward lateral boundaries." But Rove relishes his role at the nexus of policy and politics, and had dived into the governing responsibilities Bush gave him at the start of the second term. He tackled both fundamentals and minutiae, from formalizing the elaborate steps aides must take when preparing for policy time with...
...Parthenon and we noble citizens look on as it flashes gory in the sun, our own little Exodus replete with earthquake, fire, flood and riot: tantalizingly apocalyptic. Among the expatriate Angelenos, there might be swaggering or display of battle wounds, an anecdote about the aunt whose Malibu home slid seaward. But the real L.A. is far away, and so is 1992, the year of the riots. Not old enough for an anniversary, the remains lie unexcavated in the rubble of more recent crises. So at Harvard in the fall of 1998, pictures of that familiar smoke-darkened sky are like...