Word: foucaults
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...distinguished gray or a slight balding. But totality is frightening, as it is in many instances. GT: I ran into one of my students who was going bald and shaved his head completely smooth. He looked like a sort of French terrorist. It’s the Foucault look, I guess.—Staff writer Rebecca M. Harrington can be reached at harring@fas.harvard.edu...
...Sever, the location of his red phone. Sam Teller: In section, you once said, “Reality is an illusion created by the proto-industrialist class of late 17th-century Europe.” What’s your favorite color? That Kid: To summarize, on page 476, Foucault says… ST: We didn’t read Foucalt for this class. TK: Right, but, the thing about my comprehensive knowledge of the underside of monkey brains is… ST: This is an English class… TK: Right, but, about the fundamental misattribution error?...
...decorate your house, whether you wear a tie or not are all signs of something else," he explains. "That's semiotics in a nutshell." His earlier novels neatly adapt this philosophy to the thriller format - Rose, for example, is a medieval whodunit set in a monastery, Foucault's Pendulum a conspiracy of sects and secret societies. The new storyline plunges the author into a forensic examination of nostalgia. "By definition, the word nostalgia is the desire to return, to return to childhood or your 20s or 30s," says Eco, adding, "I'm fine where I am. My relationship with...
...you’re not the most stealthy procrastinator in the West, maybe consider other potential ways to pass the time while at work. Maybe reflect on your day. Contemplate the concept of power in Foucault. Try to think of all the things you could possibly do that would be fun over a Harvard weekend. Or try to think of fun questions...
Disillusionment was inevitable, although in my case very slow. Even after uninspired lectures, I remained awed by professors’ erudition. Even after excruciating section discussions, I remained in awe of upperclassmen (goodness! they could reference habermas! And foucault!), and anxious about my own spotty secondary education...