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...threats they pose to Jack and his pals. There's also a whole thing with a giant squid that may put such ancients who attend the senior matinees in mind of Cecil B. DeMille's Reap the Wild Wind (1942). And that says nothing of the water wheel that comes loose from its mooring at an old mill and rumbles across the countryside, quite like the ferris wheel that rolled out of an amusement park in Steven Spielberg's 1941 to similarly mirthless effect...
...sleep as rare as a three-martini lunch. According to the National Sleep Foundation, sleep deprivation costs U.S. business more than $100 billion a year in lost productivity and damage to workers' health and safety. An estimated 80,000 drivers a day, for example, doze off while behind the wheel. And supporting those exhausted legions creates even more of them. "People expect to pull in at Starbucks at 5 a.m. to get coffee," says Dr. Charles Czeisler of Harvard's Brigham & Women's Hospital. "But the one who prepares it is setting...
...that apprehended perpetrators can give. His right foot was mangled-bits of sneaker mixed in with clotted blood, bone, cartilage and tendon. His left leg was hanging by skin. The jagged stump of his tibia stuck out just below the knee-pretty much what you would expect from the wheel of a subway train. Even in Harlem, this was pretty...
...skin of the city in the company of "fares" whose primary wish is to get somewhere else quick. When the wrong turns of Dave's life - the bad marriage, the strange and estranged son, the failed hair transplant - start piling up, the Knowledge can do nothing to keep his wheels on the road. Descending into insanity, Dave empties all his warped, dyspeptic rage into a hate-filled memoir that he buries in his ex-wife's garden. Several centuries on, after a great flood has reduced England to an archipelago and returned society to a pretaxi - indeed, premedieval - state, Dave...
...work seems hastily composed. But in her best paintings, brilliant details combine to create a timeless monumentality. In The Haldi Grinders, a group of women engaged in a mundane activity, crushing turmeric, are obscured by trees, their bodies distilled into a clutch of hands that grip the crushing wheel; we spy on them and their vivid hands as if trespassing on a religious mystery. The young Brahmins of Brahmacharis, with their distinctive faces, look like so many who still sit beside temples in South India, yet they could also be ancient hierophants sharing a hushed secret. In such works, writes...