Word: guardian
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...publication, assessing the century, noted that Franklin Roosevelt's Four Freedoms--from fear and from want, and of belief and expression--are possessed by more people, more securely, than ever before. Today, more than a half-century after his death, Roosevelt's vision, still unfulfilled, still endangered, remains the guardian spirit for the noblest and most humane impulses of mankind...
...even if you don't spend 70 hours a week at the Advocate, Phillips Brooks House or Cabot library, you're still an adult. Want proof? When you're in a book store, do you shop at the "young adult" section? When you sign an official document does your guardian have to sign it also? When you go away for the weekend, do you have to call your mother and tell her you got in safely? Are there name tags sewn in all your clothes? Have you thought about the PSATs recently? Do you and your friends dress exactly alike...
...thought this was weird. Then I read on. The naked slasher had sidekicks, two clothed men with sticks. What's more, the Guardian in London said the man was stopped by an off-duty cop-who used a piece of organ pipe to fight him off. The Scotsman says a bank clerk also fought with a pole-mounted crucifix...
...small, hyper girls and their harried guardian share a mid-cabin seat. Immediately behind them sits a well-dressed 20-something delicately consuming a pastry. The girls chant "We're going to New Jersey, we're going to New Jersey." Their words fall slightly out-of-sync. They turn and begin jumping on their seats. They point at pastry and scream "New Jersey! New Jersey!" The woman eating it concentrates hard on finishing. As we turn the corner onto Mt. Auburn Street, one of the girls gets distracted by the Lowell House bell tower. "Who do they keep there...
...action behind it, cementing the ballet in the human subconscious that lets the viewer experience and personalize art. The characters are endearing, fictitious, yet and somehow logical, carefully developed through choreography. The Firebird herself, given frantic, bird-like steps, seems supernatural, wrought with the frustration of being the sole guardian of good in a realm deprived of it. The princesses dance barefoot, as if to accentuate their delicacy and femininity in a dismal bleak world, and also their child-like helplessness in Kastchei's realm. Yet when the princesses are alone, they joke and socialize; true to the human element...