Word: hell
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...probably asking yourself, "Why in hell would anyone be so stupid as to turn in the same paper three years in a row?" The point is not so much that it was the same paper, it is that the paper was successful, and that is what really counts here after all. For Harvard's one, mainline, true-to-life tradition is success. That is what a great number of your predecessors at this august institution worship as their common bond. The traditions of elitism, and the closeness Harvard has with the power structures of business and government cannot be truly...
Harvard Yearbook Publications--Some of you may have worked on your high school yearbook. In fact, you were probably the editor, and although it was a hell of a lot of work, you probably enjoyed it. But, come now, could you really see doing it again, for a bigger and more indifferent student body? HYP seems to be a real drag. And each year the yearbook doesn't have a name; instead, it is known by the number of the graduating class--as in 342, or whatever. Pretty stuffy, eh? You bet. The one essential service provided...
...chilly Isle of Wight. Barefooted, he tried to balance on a sailing surfboard but landed again and again in the drink. What upset the royal balance? Harrumphed a British surfing expert: "On a bad day even the Prince of England doesn't stand a chance in hell of staying...
...plot is absurd. A parish priest says Mass, hears confessions, baptizes, performs weddings. Yet his sympathies lie with a bold underground of heretics, Cathars who see the world as the realm of Satan and the church as a device of hell. The cleric actively supports these zealots who will neither touch women nor eat meat, men who preach heresy to his parishioners. At the same time he uses his powers of flattery and persuasion to seduce most of the nearby females, including a local noblewoman, the chatelaine, and his 14-year-old cousin. When the Inquisition comes to town...
...formula for producing these "non-films" has become quite standard: find any old trashy material for a script, get an established star or two to act the parts, throw in some gratuitous sex and violence, promote the hell out of the film with catchy advertising, and just watch while the megabucks roll in. The lucrative rewards are enough to make even the most dedicated producer forget all about intelligence, talent, and artistry. The uninformed, sheepish filmgoers have only themselves to blame for shelling out millions annually on this celluloid rubbish. Supply, in this case, unfortunately responds to demand...