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...sure they felt no Zeitgeist in them when they labored up the last snow slope to the summit. They were both very straightforward men. Tenzing was a professional mountaineer from the Sherpa community of the Everest foothills. After several expeditions to the mountain, he certainly wanted to get to the top for vocational reasons, but he also planned to deposit in the highest of all snows some offerings to the divinities that had long made Chomolungma sacred to his people. Hillary was by profession a beekeeper, and he would have been less than human if he had not occasionally thought...
...pair of Rollerblade's new Nature skates. A fancy version of the metal strap-ons I wore as a kid, the $190 Natures are in fact hiking boots that clip onto a plastic frame with wheels. The great thing about these skates is that when we came to a slope that seemed too steep, we just popped off the frame and walked down, dignity intact. The two-piece construction felt surprisingly stable; the boots, however, just didn't fit right. They were available only in whole sizes meant for men and women alike (always a big mistake), and were...
...rocky, windswept slope some 2,000 ft. below the summit, expedition member Conrad Anker spotted "a patch of white"--brighter, he says, than any of the snow or rocks around it. Sprawled facedown on the mountainside, with arms outstretched and hands dug into the frozen ground, lay the bleached, mummified remains of a man. It was Mallory, his body almost perfectly preserved in the thin, dry air, a safety rope around his waist, and still partly clad in remnants of his tattered cotton, wool and tweed climbing clothes, the ragged collars stitched with markings G.L. MALLORY. He had apparently tumbled...
...fateful ethical line regarding human beings and their parts. Until now we have upheld the principle that one must not pay for human organs because doing so turns the human body--and human life--into a commodity. Violating this principle, it is said, puts us on the slippery slope to establishing a market for body parts. Auto parts, yes. Body parts, no. Start by paying people for their dead parents' kidneys, and soon we will be paying people for the spare kidneys of the living...
...here's the sound of Close Range: Wyoming Stories (Scribner; 285 pages; $25), her new collection of short stories: "Pake knew a hundred dirt road shortcuts, steering them through scabland and slope country, in and out of the tiger shits..." (the reader fumbles this one but is swept on) "... over the tawny plain still grooved with pilgrim wagon ruts, into early darkness and the first storm laying down black ice, hard orange dawn, the world smoking, snaking dust devils on bare dirt, heat boiling out of the sun until the paint on the truck hood curled, ragged webs...