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Well, well, well. Another year, another set of good old Harvard memories. It almost feels like New Year's Eve--a time to reflect on the important events of the year and their valuable meanings...
...eve of his 75th birthday,Pope John Paul IIsaid surgery and recent health problems will not drive him to step down from St. Peter's Throne, even though Church law allows him to resign if he feels incapacitated. "I renew before Christ the offer of my availability to serve the Church for as long as He wants," the pontiff told 18,000 people in St. Peter's Square, who sang "Happy Birthday." Fellow Poles in the crowd regaled him with an even more upbeat song: "Stolat," or "100 Years...
...polling, hundreds were dying in clashes between Mandela's African National Congress and its Zulu rival, the Inkatha Freedom Party. On election eve, bombs set by white extremists shook Johannesburg. Civil war seemed all too possible. Yet one year later, blacks and whites feel released from a 350-year-old burden. "I am excited, relieved," says Phambili Gama, a black engineer in Johannesburg. "Psychologically we feel liberated, even if many economic changes are still to be realized." Beverley Dalton, a white Cape Town public relations executive, puts it more directly: "My world is blacker-and better. The tension has gone...
Lourdes, like a Chekhovian heroine yearning for Moscow, has dreams only of leaving for the U.S., and this American may be her passport out. But Richard already has a wife, and in order to rescue his Eve he has to enlist the support of an acquaintance, a dull young English schoolteacher named Hugo, in a marriage of convenience. How the plans go awry and what consequences await the sultry Lourdes in provincial England provide one of the novel's darker, not to say drizzlier, ironies. As another character remarks, "In Cuba, you believe everything or you believe nothing. Because everything...
...young, lovely woman on the arm of a short, sleazy general. The soft breeze off the sea; the intermittent light of cars, winking along the Malecon; the Nacional above us, like a giant beached galleon: it was like a romantic's Eden. And here I was with the brightest Eve in Havana, and she was asking me to rescue her from Paradise...