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...United Nations. Good manners were the creamy lie the great powers poured on the toxic gruel of their realpolitik. The only counteroffensive was to write plays in which people misbehaved, tortured each other; for the postwar generation, writing what the Cambridge Review called his "skull-beneath-the-skin" plays, he was the Pinter of Our Discontent. Back then, his works were taken as murky dramas; now they look like snarky, superior comedies of bad manners. (Pinter half-acknowledged this reading of his works, saying that The Caretaker was "funny, up to a point...
...never really understand a person," Atticus says, "until you consider things from his point of view. Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it." Tolerance ripening into fascination, and then to empathy: that was Mulligan's strength, especially in his psychological portraiture of the young. You could call him the J.D. Salinger of directors and be grateful that, in his movie heart, he stayed so young so long...
...Cleveland Clinic gave Siemionow the green light for the improbable operation, one that involved the transplantation of about 500 sq cm of skin, arteries, veins, nerves, muscles and bony structure, all of which had to be attached with sufficient dexterity to restore the patient's ability to feel, blink, eat, smell, speak and - not incidentally - smile. This was not what doctors call solid-organ transplant; it was a multitissue transplant, which is an order of magnitude more difficult than, say, a heart transplant or a hand graft...
...Physically, Han Chinese, the majority population in China, look little like Uyghurs. Uyghurs’ skin color is more tan and eye and hair color more varied, with facial structures more stereotypically Western. Because of such physical differences, Uyghurs are often asked to infiltrate on behalf of the Chinese government “because the Chinese cannot,” Beydulla said...
...floor beside Frederick. Stunned, she looked up at the chandelier that was ablaze like molten gold above her. She saw it dimly wobble and fall, slowly, like an autumnal leaf from a tree. The hot crystals splintered all about her in bright glittering shards that pierced her naked skin. She turned and found Frederick and clasped his mutilated corpse in her arms. The flames drew around them like bed curtains: their eternal nuptials...