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...having dazzled me, won me by your personal, involved, independently-minded assertion, your only job is to keep me awake. When I sleep I give C??€™s. How? By FACTS. Any kind, but do get them in. They are what we look for—a name, a place, an allusion, an object, a brand of deodorant, the titles of six poems in a row, even an occasional date. This, son, makes for interesting (if effortless) reading, and this is what gets A’s. Underline them, capitalize them, insert them...
...Seen: drinking hot tea in the Boylston Hall C??€™est Bon, ordering a fresh club sandwich at Broadway Market...
...Seen: sitting at a intimate table in Adams House Dining Hall, meeting friends for a daily lunch at the Barker Center C??€™est Bon, meeting mummy or clubmates for brunch at Upstairs at the Pudding...
Honduras. Although it is Central America's poorest country, and is threatened by the possible spillover of neighboring upheaval, Honduras has good cause to rejoice: last December its voters made Roberto Suazo C??rdova their first freely elected civilian President since 1971. The election was the result of two years of U.S. pressure on the corruption-riddled regime of General Policarpo Paz García. Though still in its fragile infancy, Honduran democracy can serve the region as a salutary model of popular government, and an example of the positive leverage that Washington can wield under the right conditions...
From the topless beaches of the C??te d'Azur to back packing trails in the Alps, French vacationers last week were enjoying the final moments of their summer holidays. An uncommon number of them, including President François Mitterrand, seemed to have their noses buried in a book. The tome was France's latest rage, a 565-page edition of the apocalyptic predictions of Nostradamus, the Renaissance physician and astrologer. Noted the newsweekly Le Point in a cover story on the sudden French passion for bleak prophecies: "The man of this summer is not Mitterrand, but Nostradamus...