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...What a lot of people here at Harvard don’t understand is, if you come to a doubleheader on a Saturday, the game doesn’t just start at 12 or one o’clock...

Author: By Brian E. Fallon, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Life of Brian: Walsh Pays Tribute to Senior Class | 5/3/2001 | See Source »

...guys are out there putting the tarp on the field, taking the tarp off thefield, raking the grounds at nine, hitting at ten, playing at 12, busting their hump until five or six o’clock and then hopping on a bus, driving four hours somewhere to do it all again the next...

Author: By Brian E. Fallon, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Life of Brian: Walsh Pays Tribute to Senior Class | 5/3/2001 | See Source »

...Then you come back on Sunday night and you got things to do. You’re working at three or four o’clock in the morning doing your studying. And then you come out the next day, and I’m in your face? Telling you to hustle? Telling you ‘let’s get a little running in?...

Author: By Brian E. Fallon, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Life of Brian: Walsh Pays Tribute to Senior Class | 5/3/2001 | See Source »

Shortly after one o’clock in the morning, few people are stirring in the shelters that have turned the Yard into a camping ground. The doctor has retired for the night, although the mayor is still holding court. Most of the night’s campers either have gone to sleep or will not be coming until later in the night, after they’ve finished studying...

Author: By Andrew S. Holbrook, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Pitching Tents, Pitching In | 5/2/2001 | See Source »

Such fascinating stages. Initially there is a kind of troubled yet sweet awareness that the clock of the patient's mind is a few seconds off. Then an encroaching recognition of loss of function becomes less recognition and greater loss. Soon words and phrases are looped, like mad lines from a postmodern play; then Tourette's-like bursts, frags, some incomprehensible, some vile; then less of that, less of everything, until the mind is concentrated down to a curious stare. Even in death, my mother's face looked worried...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Disease That Takes Your Breath Away | 4/30/2001 | See Source »

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