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...craftiest doorman" and "[the] sequined gaggle of mantled goslings streamed past me." Mitchell, with typical impenitence, even invents a whole new dialect ("A yarnin' is more delish with broke-de-mouth grinds") for a race in the future. The propulsive zing of his sentences and the unexpected U-turn of his narrative give added fuel to his repeated suggestion that time moves like a concertina, not an arrow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Concertina of Time | 8/23/2004 | See Source »

...those days I was too civilized to act on my thuggish impulses. The worst I did was give the finger or blast my horn. But speed? Certainly not. And change lanes without signaling? That was too dangerous. Miami, however, is a land of U-turns both physical and psychological. The streets are all long and straight and you’re always driving in a cardinal direction. So when you want to turn around you just pull into the left lane and throw the wheel as far as it goes...

Author: By Jonathan P. Abel, | Title: U-Turn Into a Monster | 8/13/2004 | See Source »

...minute later I hit a U-turn on the lawn, and my little black car sped down the road in the opposite direction...

Author: By Jonathan P. Abel, | Title: U-Turn Into a Monster | 8/13/2004 | See Source »

...important, the big clubs see the U.S. as a vital market in the race to establish a global brand and cash in an ocean away from home. Only teams that have global reach will be able to afford the star players who ensure winning results year after year. Man U was the first to launch a U.S. strategy, teaming with the New York Yankees in a joint marketing deal. It even issues an American Man U Master Card. Another team reaching into the U.S. is Celtic, long the home club of Ireland's diaspora. "We've got a million fans...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Will Americans Love Glasgow Celtic? | 8/9/2004 | See Source »

...made a U-turn, for a second the car was facing sideways. Without road markings and the tarmac to reflect their beams, my headlights faded into the vast expanse of emptiness. For a moment, I saw nothing. No trees, no bushes and not one familiar contour of a sheep or cow behind the fences of a paddock. The illuminated dials in the dashboard seemed all there was in the world and the hum of the engine its only heartbeat...

Author: By Silas Xu, | Title: Just Checking | 8/6/2004 | See Source »

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