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...volcanic, pipes. But extreme pressures also occur during high-velocity collisions between celestial objects; uralites, a class of meteorites that presumably have been involved in such deep-space impacts, contain such tiny diamonds. Since no volcanic pipes have been identified in the Tunguska area, Sobotovich concluded that the Siberian diamonds were formed far from the earth...
...self-control, selfdiscipline, stoicism, decorum, even inhibition and a little puritanism. It may be time for a touch of reticence. Coercion cannot produce such attitudes, but the mood of the time may. Americans may find themselves agreeing in some paraphrase of Elihu Root when he walked through a squalid Siberian village as Woodrow Wilson's emissary in the first Soviet revolutionary dawn. "I'm a firm his in democracy," he said, as he skeptically eyed his surroundings. "But I do not like filth...
Christmas shopping got you down? Too much tinsel and ticky-tacky? The Chicago area's Brookfield Zoo has the answer: give your loved ones a Siberian tiger, or perhaps a rhinoceros. Under the scheme, the zoo has put up all 2,000 of its animals for "adoption," although they stay in the park. You can make someone a "Brookfield parent," or become one yourself, by donating money to help the hard-pressed zoo keep going. Prices vary. Parental rights, of a sort, to the Siberian tiger go for $1,800 a year; the rhino costs $2,000. Says Joyce...
...World Trade Center who does not have a lamp at his desk must switch on a quarter-acre of lights.) More important, the Federal Government's edict lowering thermostats to 65° F has left windowless inner rooms relatively tolerable, while prized corner offices, symbolic of executive success, sometimes are Siberian. An executive, whose drafty 26th-floor office commands a splendid view of northern Manhattan and a stretch of the Hudson, sat glaring at her thermometer last week. The reading was 62°, "and that doesn't allow for wind chill." She contemplates rising to greet a visitor and falling flat...
...most predictable of charts, with grandiose runs up and down the keyboard which sound like pallid attempts to imitate Keith Jarret's flourishes. The arrangements do nothing to cover for Hubgaucheries. To evoke Arabia, Hubbard gives us Bedouin ritual music, calling up wailing strings. For a picture of Siberian wilderness, we hear martial strains reminiscent of the Dr. Zhivago score, followed by a short bouzouki solo...