In a town filled with vanglorious personalities of all stripes, a large number of whom are stature challenged, how is it you can’t get through a thousand words about a Libeskind without a reference to their height? One can only assume the complex favor pulling and negotiating that went on to generate the profile of li’l Danny’s wife, Nina (too bad she doesn’t have a name that can conveniently be diminutized) didn’t go so far as to insulate against the snide little jab that comes at the end. Otherwise, it’s some standard fare Lives stuff, a rehashing the ‘they met at camp’ cuteness, and dances around the lawsuit. Not that anyone, even the Post really, is saying Silverstein is particularly aggrieved in the dispute (no one seems to feel fondly toward the man), but the Times goes even handed, paraphrases an unnamed official who declares them both jerks.
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What’s that about the Libeskinds again? Oh, right, they’re short.
In a town filled with vanglorious personalities of all stripes, a large number of whom are stature challenged, how is it you can’t get through a thousand words about a Libeskind without a reference to their height? One can only assume the complex favor pulling and negotiating that went on to generate the profile of li’l Danny’s wife, Nina (too bad she doesn’t have a name that can conveniently be diminutized) didn’t go so far as to insulate against the snide little jab that comes at the end. Otherwise, it’s some standard fare Lives stuff, a rehashing the ‘they met at camp’ cuteness, and dances around the lawsuit. Not that anyone, even the Post really, is saying Silverstein is particularly aggrieved in the dispute (no one seems to feel fondly toward the man), but the Times goes even handed, paraphrases an unnamed official who declares them both jerks.