Word: badly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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First the bad news. The racquetwomen lost in their bid to capture the New England team championship, falling short of champion Dartmouth by one and one half points...
...would like to inform Jay Cocks that even though I don't know what a boutique is and have ridden in a limousine only when serving as a young altar boy at a funeral, I can tell the difference between "something scraped off a bad piece of cheese" and the greatest rock-'n'-roll band in the world, the Rolling Stones...
...BAD CRIMINALS ARE a dime a dozen. They're the ones that police reporters write up in the next day's paper, tucked in among the marriage announcements. Good criminals, on the other hand, are a lot harder to track down. You've got to devote a lot of time, energy and money to your search. If you're lucky enough to find one, however, they make for very good copy. And when a really good writer goes after a really good criminal, the results can't be all bad...
...forgotten I loved him, mostly, and mostly now I missed him." Though it seems more likely that he did not forget his love, that this love never existed, Geoffrey's claim must be respected. Wolff writes to a Mr. Joseph, his Choate headmaster, that his father was "a bad man and a good father," and Joseph corrects him, "Don't ever again say your father was a bad man. There are no bad men." Certainly Wolff's description of his father's beatings is proof enough that "bad men" do exist and Duke Wolff is exemplary. Most would call...
...fair, Vonnegut overdoes it at times. Walter Starbuck, a typical Vonnegut face-in-the-crowd personality, has gone to Harvard in the 1930s largely because of family connections with a Harvard man. His most vivid memories are of Harvard, and everyone he meets has had a memorably bad experience with a Harvard graduate. Harvard has given Starbuck a one-way ticket to the top, but it hasn't put out the net to catch him when he falls. And he does fall, of course, only to be thrust on the escalator again by the omnipresent invisible hand that...