Word: autumns
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...However, White made his mark not in Asia but in America. China has always been too complicated and controversial for anyone to make a lasting reputation by trying to explain it. In his coverage of American politics, White had few if any peers. William R. Brown Pittsburgh In the autumn of 1982 there was a seminar of old China hands on ''War Reporting: China in the 1940s.'' Teddy White was unable to attend and in a letter of regret wrote, ''We were all young men, ignorant men, unskilled men. China was a mystery to all of us, as it remains...
...Predictably, McEwan himself has come now under fire, with the Muslim Council of Britain scolding him for defending Amis. Amis himself has remained silent, having already weighed in last autumn with a less-than-collegial missive to Eagleton: "He has submitted to an unworthy combination of venom and sloth," Amis wrote. "Can I ask him, in a collegial spirit, to shut up about it?" Maybe he'll end up wishing he'd made the same request, perhaps more politely, to his friend McEwan...
...Whether he will ever get past this dress-rehearsal stage is a question for the autumn, but if he does, Americans may find themselves watching someone who wisecracks less than George W. Bush and rambles less than Bill Clinton. The Obama style occupies the zone where gravitas meets somnambulance...
...autumn of 1957 and the Harvard experience of today are two historical moments—separated by half a century—that share an unfortunate thematic link. Both have a progressive face masking a regressive mindset that has shifted in the past five decades but has not disappeared. Although the academic left scored a victory in the latter half of the 20th century by making “ethnic” and “regional” studies mainstream, the creation of venues of study for non-Western disciplines or topics is only half the battle. While...
...inauguration ceremony was on a particularly rainy, unpleasant autumn day and I was having a particularly disastrous senior fall. I walked back to Dunster, as per usual spilling coffee on myself and stepping in puddles on an uneven DeWolfe Street, and found that my eight male roommates had used the last of our toilet paper to mop up beer. I curled up on our futon and cried, cursing womanhood, the Cambridge weather, and Crimson-induced stress...