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Piped Wine. The situation seemed hopeless, but 32 hours later, a small exploratory rescue drill broke through the roof of their cavern and a tiny microphone was lowered. Chosen as spokesman, Martinet introduced everybody all around, suggested that the main rescue shaft be drilled from another-and more difficult-angle to lessen the danger of falling rock. "We are a little hungry, a little cold and very thirsty," he called to the rescuers above. Down came some red wine in a hose. Later, specially baked, rodlike loaves of bread were lowered into the tiny opening...
...horizontal give-and-take of Huntley and Brinkley. CBS's congenial Walter Cronkite carried all the burden of coordinating CBS's coverage, while Eric Sevareid would appear every so often as a kind of deus ex machina and deliver auroral analyses uninhibited by routine details, or a shaft of wit, as when he recalled H. L. Mencken's description of a convention orator as coming from "a home for extinct volcanoes...
...week in the Guggenheim Museum, he proposed to do over an entire gallery. "You can't absorb the room in one glance," explains Kiesler. "You must know what's above, below-again the totality." Part of the whole, called The Last Judgment, consists of a huge bonelike shaft of fire-gilt bronze that thrusts through a Plexiglas slab at counterimages of heaven and earth. It leaps up at an aluminum table whose bronze legs look like lightning bolts and jabs down at a white bronze floor plate. "Feel it," urges Kiesler, "the metal is warm like a woman...
...first homer should never have happened. Just before he hit it, he had sent a ball up the elevator shaft on the first base side of the plate. Catcher Gary Miller waved his first baseman away and lost...
...hidden vein of pure joy or grief beneath. In the small encounters that he chronicles, a clash of two points of view or a strange moment of fear is often apprehended with a sudden, minute clarity, like two specks of dust frozen in the searchlight of a morning shaft...