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...genius was that he knew how to hector. "He turned out words and phrases in tumultuous torrent and inexhaustible abundance - inspiring, exhorting, moving, persuading, cajoling, thundering, bullying, abusing and enraging," writes Cannadine. Churchill's collected speeches run to 4 million words, including the great phrases "blood, toil, tears and sweat" and "their finest hour." His off-the-cuff gems were well-rehearsed, but they rallied Britain in its darkest hour...
Gore was also determined to highlight the contrast with Bush, who barely broke a sweat, taking weekends off and rarely campaigning past suppertime. The Texas Governor not only traveled with his pillow from home but was also surprised to find that other people didn't. Gore now sees what the late-night comedians didn't: Bush understood his limits and maintained his focus. "I learned from him," says Gore. "Whoever our nominee is in 2004, if it's not me, I would advise to take a page from President Bush...
...surprisingly, any increased productivity gleaned from the sweat of a layoff-decimated work force results in plenty of grousing. Manufacturing workers call ghost work "speed-up" (because the remaining employees have to hustle harder) or "stretch-out" (because of the longer hours). "They call it productivity," says Lane Windham, an AFL-CIO spokesman, referring to management...
...expectation of what the “student section” at games should look, sound and smell like. A college football game meant crowds of students in insignia apparel standing up to watch the crucial moments, constant cheering, the ringing of keys and the smell of sweat and alcohol permeating the air. A typical Harvard game attracts a sprinkling of undergrads in H-Club t-shirts, clumps of inattentive student spectators engaged in side-conversations and the sporadic patter of polite clapping. The students who are vocal in their support for the Crimson are few and far between...
...breads until they were done, deftly wielding his peel (the paddle used to take bread in and out of an oven) like an extended arm. The ovens were heated to more than 200 degrees Celsius, and, as I dodged the racks of rising breads, I quickly began to sweat. Paolo called me over to smell the sourdough sponge (the mixture which gives the bread its flavor) that’s been growing for years. “Not very sour, though,” he said. “The people here in Cambridge don’t like...