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...psychiatrist who heads the Gaza Community Mental Health Program. Psychologically, he says, "they have left their fathers for the martyrs." A cult of death has appropriated a Palestinian generation, but a deep fear underlies it. Today, according to Sarraj, 35% of Palestinian children under the age of 15 wet their beds, up from 7% before the intifadeh. Sarraj estimates that 30% of children suffer from post-traumatic stress...
...Parker, was processed and pasteurized into a nice young man who went Hollywood (and Vegas) almost as soon as he became a star. Jerry Lee, who had and would tolerate no image-makeover Svengali, wore the musk of venereal danger, styled himself as a reckless teen girl's wet dream and her mom's nightmare. As Memphis native Michael Bane said of Lewis in another terrific Tosches book - "Country: The Twisted Roots of Rock 'n' Roll" - "He made Elvis acceptable. Elvis tried to be good.... But Jerry Lee was always a shitkicker." His nickname was 'The Killer,' and who knows...
...they much care for air--at least not the way they're said to. Reports had it that they can live on land for up to three days, but the best they usually seem to manage is several hours under wet burlap in open markets where they're sold for their flesh. On dry land under a sunny sky, they fricassee fast. And while snakeheads have indeed popped up in half a dozen states besides Maryland, they've done so in modest numbers. Florida reported a single pair of river snakeheads near Orlando in 2001; Massachusetts encountered a single specimen...
...never know. And who can blame us? There's nothing like a salty sea story to remind us how solidly appealing dry land really is. For all his talk of the ocean and its cosmic mysteries, after six months on a whaleboat even Melville jumped ship, trading his cold, wet hammock for a warm, tropical beach--and, surely, a good book...
...hurry out into the forest, searching. After a few hours, I discover a set of fresh bear tracks. The bear is just ahead of me and is moving slowly, unconcerned, though the wind is not in my favor. Trees are snapping all around me under the heavy load of wet snow, a sound like occasional artillery in some newly announced or perhaps ancient and ongoing war. But I am not asking for the return of 100,000 grizzlies to the American wilderness, I'm looking for just one bear. The snow is so deep that I can't positively identify...