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Critical as the investigators may have been of the utility, the NRC itself got a wrist slap from Congress. In a report approved by a 29-to-2 vote, the House Government Operations Committee severely chided the commission for failing "to demonstrate strong constructive leadership" in developing evacuation plans and related emergency procedures for areas surrounding nuclear plants. Of 25 states that have these facilities, the study said, 16 do not have such NRC-approved plans. As one committee staffer summed up: the NRC just "pretended that accidents could not happen...
Yant says he feels vindicated, but not completely satisfied. "Weikel is getting by with a slap on the wrist," he complains Yant is now working on a book about his experiences, while trying to straighten out his lawsuits and his life. He has gained one perspective. "I came here thinking this would be the typical mid-American city," he says. "The sad thing is, it just maybe...
...buoyed by whimsy, is never in danger of sinking into the sea. As always, her precise images linger: "A waiter came forward with a dazzle of black and white, the black being his trousers and hair, the white being his coat, his teeth, and a napkin folded upon his wrist." This is Spark the peerless observer, in the grand tradition of her The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie and The Abbess of Crewe...
...America, if a man wants to signal his wife that it is time to leave a party, he is likely to tilt his head and roll his eyes in the direction of the door. In France, the signal is sharper: a chopping motion by one hand against the opposite wrist. Cupping the palms upward against the rib cage is a Frenchman's way of indicating that a woman is well endowed. The gesture is sometimes rendered as Il y a du monde au balcon, which translates as "There is a crowd in the balcony...
...entered the room where the meeting was held in a mood of excited expectation that the meeting with someone whose work you admire inspires. She arrived a half-hour late, coming from a dinner held in her honor and accompanied by a woman described as a dear friend whose wrist the elderly writer clasped throughout the evening, as if for strength. An adulatory hush came over the room as she began to speak in her rambling, stammering, repetitive way. After about twenty minutes of this, I broke in and asked what seems now a rather academic question. I did feel...