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...Myself and I, as it happens, are having a dialogue, somewhat testy, thoroughly familiar. It is 7:35 on a chilly morning in late fall, and I am swinging an 8-lb. splitting maul, breaking up oak and birch trunks. Myself is feeling sorry for himself. Our back is stiff from yesterday's firewood fun. Our right wrist, broken years ago in a skiing accident, signals that it is time to stop. Middle-aged men drag themselves through life like wounded bears, it occurs...
...fact, the agreement was a stunning about-face by the most influential, go-go investment-banking house of the 1980s. After maintaining for two years that Drexel had done nothing wrong, a shaken board of directors voted 16 to 6 to accept the stiff terms proposed by Rudolph Giuliani, U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York. The deal calls for Drexel to plead guilty to six felony counts involving mail, wire and securities fraud and to pay a record $650 million in penalties. Some $300 million of the fine would go to the Government, which has spent...
...Bucs won the overtime coin toss and choose to kick off with a stiff wind at their backs on the frigid day. Sammy Martin's 34-yard return gave the Patriots the ball at their 35-yard line...
...lines above come from four different novels by Raymond Chandler. Yet all of them seem to issue from our memories or dreams, or at least the ones in which we picture ourselves, alone in the office, dreaming of cool blonds and stiff whiskeys (or cool whiskey and stiff blonds). Raymond Chandler was ghostwriter to the sound track our lives so often imitate. The figure of the tough-but-tender hero cracking wise to cover up his soft spots; the lethal blond and the flick-knife dialogue on which the movies (and so the rest of us) still feed...
...living room nursing a beer and a stiff elbow. My friends drank their beers, munched on potato chips and bragged about jobs they had lined up for themselves. I kept quiet, thankful only that I avoided the necessity of serving "egg beaters" by convincing my mother to get some last minute snacks and beer for the game. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. The night before, desperate for food, I broke down and gave the "egg beaters" a try. The package was just about right; they almost did taste like real eggs...