Word: bittersweetly
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...Lowell Belltower on a Sunday at 1 p.m., that I may not have a chance to do later in life. But I have stargazed from the bleachers of Harvard Stadium on a cool spring night, and there is no reason that the joy of the latter negates the bittersweet quality of the former.If it were always so easy to fill in the gaps, then it might seem that there is no penalty for missed chances. And clearly it’s not always as easy as a few dance lessons. But is it even the right thing to always turn...
...after the final round. “I just felt really in control all day.” Finally, the team traveled down to Rhode Island for one last tournament to close out the season and Hynes’ career. “It’s kind of bittersweet to end,” Hynes said after finishing 15th overall in his final tournament. “It was great to finish on a high note at the Ivies last weekend,” he added. Better, the team’s sixth-place finish at the final tournament...
...have been. “There was definitely the exhilaration of beating Yale, and that day and that weekend that’s kind of all you thought about,” Grimm said. “But it does seep into your head that it was a little bittersweet. I mean, we were that close...to having another Ivy League championship.”Returning to the pinnacle of the Ivy League will fall on next year’s team. By the end of the season, there was plenty for Harvard to be pleased with...
...Esther and Miriam take up residence with a family friend, the lonely scion of a local industrialist, whose family are all dead. A French governess provides a comic and blissfully domestic antidote to the earlier scenes of outrageous hardship. As the story winds up, it concludes with a bittersweet scene of love lost and found. Even as fiction it would be one of the best stories I've read in the last year, but as a memoir it leaves you speechless. Miriam Katin's We Are On Our Own should not be missed by anyone with an interest history...
...British Museum where a friend of Watson's was working last decade, and her work is about the sometimes painful process of cultural retrieval. Watson, 46, who traces her lineage to the Waanyi country of northwest Queensland, calls her blue "the liquid color of dreams." In this case bittersweet ones, for Watson's work expresses the disquiet indigenous Australians can feel in seeing their ancient artefacts in foreign collections. Acid-etched across the front window, the artist's museum piece seeks to challenge "the ethnographic perceptions of Aboriginal culture and traditions," says Watson. "The more that our presence is felt...