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...returns as a different man, with the realization that human life has no true meaning. This inspires Caligula to go on an indiscriminate killing spree, much to chagrin of his senators, who for the most part are too weak to say anything to him. After killing all those most dear to him, including his mistress Ceasonia (Sarah E. Curtis ’05), Caligula begins to contrive his own demise at the hands of his cabinet...

Author: By Rebecca M. Harrington, ON THEATER | Title: Review: ‘Caligula’ Battles Bleak Identity | 12/13/2004 | See Source »

...capitalizing on 9/11 to secure another rudderless foreign policy plan for four years. Perhaps Bush's action or inaction will help form a new world order. Should the power of the U.S. begin to wane, China will be waiting in the wings. Afolabi Babatunde Lagos We are astonished, dear American friends, that you re-elected Bush. Such a leader wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell in most European countries. But the majority of Americans seem to trust a man who talks a lot about God, superficial moral values and protecting your beloved homeland. We hope that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters | 12/12/2004 | See Source »

Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: "Dear Harvard, I am smart and talented...

Author: By The Crimson Staff, | Title: SCOPED: Kuelli George '08 | 12/9/2004 | See Source »

Ghost of Post-Thesis Future walks with CumMinus, his three-headed magna-eating monster, and takes me to mid-January. “William, your thesis has been graded. Open your e-mail and read the letter from your committee.” I obey instructions. “Dear Mr. Adams. After reviewing your Senior Feces, we have denied you honors. We wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors, assuming they are not in any way related to academia. You cannot write. You cannot think. Your time at Harvard has been wasted. Take Care...

Author: By William L. Adams, HIGH SOCIETY | Title: Bah, Humbug! | 12/8/2004 | See Source »

...with that my tanning bed session expires. I wobble over to my clothes, careful not to brush the denim against my charred thighs. I return to my room where dear Thesis is waiting. I will finish in 8 days. It may not be stellar, but it will be done. And no matter what, I’m going to have one hell...

Author: By William L. Adams, HIGH SOCIETY | Title: Bah, Humbug! | 12/8/2004 | See Source »

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