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Other pharmocological possibilities include a nasal spray and a trans-dermal patch, said Hitchcock, who added that these products will not reach the market in the near future...
Pounding around Gage Roads in 25-ton yachts is more than just physically punishing. It is perilous. The blinding glare of the sun and the continual shower of salt spray are so forceful that both skippers have had serious trouble with their eyes. Conner was forced to consult a Perth specialist. Says ( Murray: "In the early races I was coming in every day with double vision. It's like having a saltwater hose going flat out into your face." Murray and crew now wear sunglasses, which must constantly be cleared of caked salt with squeeze bottles of fresh water. Kookaburra...
...came through," said Croupier Susano Gonzalez Perez. "It blew open the door. People were trampled." Some raced toward the picture windows, grabbed chairs and hurled them through the thick plate glass, then jumped 30 ft. to the ground. Bathers near the pool where other survivors landed fled from the spray of shards. Many huddling near the casino's closed door, apparently unable to pry it open, died of smoke inhalation. Others farther inside perished immediately; rescue workers found their charred corpses sitting upright in chairs around the blackjack tables. The terror did not end on the mezzanine. Smoke poured...
...studio. She never chooses subjects with "capped-looking teeth," who display themselves as if their faces were "pictures already, finished, varnished, impermeable." Instead, she prefers odd-looking men, like a punk artist with an orange Mohawk, one of her most inspired characterizations. Yvonne suspects that he is a "spray-painter, the kind that goes around at night and writes things on brick walls, things like CRUNCHY GRANOLA SUCKS and SAVE SOVIET JEWS! WIN BIG PRIZES!" But she is attracted by "the sullenness, the stylistic belligerence, the aggressive pastiness and deliberate potato- sprouting-in-the-cellar lack of health...
Under a blazing sun and cloudless sky, Vincent Olebogeng strolls past an ore bucket spray-painted MERRY XMAS 86. Though the temperature is 87 degreesF, Olebogeng considers the weather cool relief. Thirty minutes earlier, he was two miles underground, moving tons of dusty gray ore in the almost unbearable heat of Durban Deep, a gold mine at Roodeport, ten miles west of Johannesburg. He has worked nearly 300 days in the past year, but he will not work tomorrow. After the paymaster hands him a brown envelope containing his monthly wages of 270 rand ($122), Olebogeng is ready to travel...