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...detail. The next CEO's secret is setting broad goals and keeping her eye on the big picture. One CEO is glorified as a hyperkinetic workaholic. Another is praised for the wisdom of adopting a measured pace and leaving plenty of time for long-term reflection. If she reads thick history books as an avocation, that's a plus. If she invariably lugs home a pile of spreadsheets, that's also a plus...
...view of how mountains were built and seabeds stretched and rifted, and how continents oozed out of place and out of shape, was itself shifting, upthrusting, subducting. Plate tectonics, the giddy new geology, said that continents floated on some 20 crustal plates, 60 miles thick, kept in motion by ... yeah, well, we'll figure that out later. But in the 1960s and '70s more geologists than not had signed on to the theory. Most agreed, for instance, that India had rammed into Tibet at high speed (and is still ramming), heaving up former ocean floor to create the Himalayas...
...began with, "You're not the person I sent away to school." And then you can be sure she went though the mandatory standards of: "What differentiates you from an animal?"; "Don't you ever consider the consequences?"; "How can you be so stupid?" Disappointment and disapproval were thick. But those, I could handle...
...your only protection. Stay out of the midday sun (from 10 to 3), and you will avoid 60% of the UV-B that hits the earth. Slip on a long-sleeve shirt to protect those vulnerable areas on the shoulders and back. When you use sunscreen, slop it on thick and often. And slap on a wide-brimmed hat, and you can keep 70% of the sun's rays off your face and neck. After decades of their "Slip, Slop, Slap" campaign, Australians are starting to see a decrease in their rate of deaths from melanoma, a particularly deadly form...
...edge of a break-up when Syd comes knocking, tools in hand, asking to tinker with Lucy's pipes. "Are you running a bath?" Syd asks Lucy as the latter opens the door. "Nobody here has taken a bath in several days," Lucy confesses, the fog of heroin so thick in her brain that her words sound like underwater utterances. Syd, however, is too instantly fascinated by the photographs hung around the apartment, many of them of Greta, that she doesn't seem to notice most of the hangers-on snorting and smoking in Lucy's living room...