Some time ago, the Daily Telegraph asked the secret of Salman Rushdie's success with women, prompted by his appearance in the first music video from Scarlett Johansson's upcoming album, in which he "nuzzles her neck". Scarlett's strangeling album has been made freely available to listen to on the internet - like, for legal - and can be seen, among other places, at Wil Wheaton's blog, but that's not the point at the moment.
Sir Salman has been married four times and reportedly forwent a bachelor party in favour of a hen night full of younger women. What is his secret?
It's the eyebrows.
A grand set of brows can be a remarkable thing. There are people who lump together truly impressive natural outcroppings with awful pluck jobs under the heading badeyebrows, but sometimes they would more accurately be called magnificent. As in fact are the brows of the Right Reverend Robert Duncan, Bishop of Pittsburgh, which have been described thusly: "They extend at least an inch from his skull, shielding his eyes like the visor of a baseball cap. These are the eyebrows of Norse mythology. Centuries ago, they would get their own funeral upon the death of their bearer, and not simply because both wouldn't fit in the same boat."
Duncan is not the only holy man with eyebrows from God; Stephen Fry includes the following passage in Moab is my Washpot:
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In other news, Boris Johnson is the mayor of London. So far he has done at least one thing for which he ought to be applauded; he has spoken a sentence with a semicolon clearly audible (at least to the transcribers at the BBC). "I remind [Londoners] that their previous mayor wrote for the Morning Star; indeed I think he wrote for the Independent." Well done, Boris.
Sir Salman has been married four times and reportedly forwent a bachelor party in favour of a hen night full of younger women. What is his secret?
It's the eyebrows.
A grand set of brows can be a remarkable thing. There are people who lump together truly impressive natural outcroppings with awful pluck jobs under the heading badeyebrows, but sometimes they would more accurately be called magnificent. As in fact are the brows of the Right Reverend Robert Duncan, Bishop of Pittsburgh, which have been described thusly: "They extend at least an inch from his skull, shielding his eyes like the visor of a baseball cap. These are the eyebrows of Norse mythology. Centuries ago, they would get their own funeral upon the death of their bearer, and not simply because both wouldn't fit in the same boat."
Duncan is not the only holy man with eyebrows from God; Stephen Fry includes the following passage in Moab is my Washpot:
Michael Ramsay, Archbishop of Canterbury during my childhood and during my religious phase a hero and profound influence, was once accused by an interviewer of being wise.As I said, the secret is the eyebrows.
"Am I?" he asked. "I don't think so, really. I think it is probably just the impression given by the absurd fecundity of my eyebrows."
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In other news, Boris Johnson is the mayor of London. So far he has done at least one thing for which he ought to be applauded; he has spoken a sentence with a semicolon clearly audible (at least to the transcribers at the BBC). "I remind [Londoners] that their previous mayor wrote for the Morning Star; indeed I think he wrote for the Independent." Well done, Boris.
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