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...first, they were endearing; they made me feel important. I liked giving them directions, even posing for them on occasion. But that changed. Very, very quickly. Really, very quickly. It was the second Friday of April (oh, how long ago it seems). The weather was warming and the smell of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass was in the air. I had just woken up in my first-floor room in Stoughton Hall, which faced out onto the Yard. Yawning, I groped my way in the darkness to my window, to open up the blinds and greet the beautiful spring...
...Goodbye to Stale Wines? One in 10 bottles of wine is tainted?or "corked," in the oenophile's argot?making it smell musty and taste bitter. Now French scientists have come up with a kit called Dream Taste. You dip a copolymer shaped like a bunch of grapes into the wine, where it absorbs the flavor-spoiling molecules...
...with it all. "My house is destroyed. 2 crore rupees! ($500,000). I used to come back to this place like a prince to a palace. Now I don't even have a tent to shelter in." We walk some more, stepping over destroyed houses and flattened barns that smell sharply of something dead, and he tells us about his uncle, a college lecturer and a man of some prestige in the village. "He built a good life, he had a good house. And we had to bury him in nothing, just the rags that were left on him when...
...Lane is the legendary rapport between them, and when you meet them you can see why. Chemistry between actors is an unpredictable thing, a will-o'-the-wisp, elusive and ineffable, but in the case of Broderick and Lane it's so palpably real and present you can practically smell it. They love each other, and they love performing with each other...
...logical assumption, but one that Crawford repeatedly subverts. Just when everything seems okay, he plunges back to war’s dark reality of pointless destruction; the narrative style brings the reader so painfully close to the truth that we can smell the feces in the streets and feel the wet remnants of human brain tissue on our shoes...