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Gilbert and Sullivan operettas exist within a world of their own. To begin with, the comedic works are distinctly British and distinctly Victorian. But even beyond their spatial and temporal remoteness, the pieces tend to play themselves out in a bizarre alternate world, where identities are often mistaken and endings rarely make sense.The history of the Harvard-Radcliffe Gilbert and Sullivan Players (HRG&SP) has often unfolded in a manner as quirky and topsy-turvy as the comedies themselves. The kings and controversies of Gilbert and Sullivan’s libretti seem to jump from the stage into the group?...
...community see men and women decked out in top hats and hoop skirts around campus these days. Gilbert and Sullivan: 50 Years of Whimsy, Onstage and Off By ALINA VORONOV Thursday, November 30, 2006 1:41 PM Gilbert and Sullivan operettas exist within a world of their own. To begin with, the comedic works are distinctly British and distinctly Victorian...
...Emotion Machine” features rudimentary illustrations and graphs to supplement many of the key notions, which are often presented conceptually, and in a light that would make them easy for any reader to understand. As Minsky states, “any theory has to begin with a highly simplified version...
...Ingredients: 1. 8 pm in Sanders Theater. 2. A Harvard orchestra is about to begin a concert. 3. To the left is an attractive Harvard student. 4. To the right is an infamous professor with a dog in her purse. 5. The MC has fallen asleep. 6. A Camus-esque fly is flying in lazy circles in front of the first row of seats. 7. First snowfall of the year...
...teaching fellow whose purse was perched on the railing. Her seat was immediately above Professor L***, and I could not help but recall her recent failure in the general examination by a committee he had chaired. To my surprise, the purse seemed to twitch. The orchestra was about to begin, the soprano poised. The first chords sounded, but instead of an ethereal voice, a dreadful scream pierced the air. Professor L*** was struggling with a hairy white form, a small dog clinging to his head. It was clawing at his face. Those around eventually pulled the animal off, though...