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...Though the soldiers eventually let Delle and his companions pass, Delle said the “frightening” ordeal didn’t faze him??or dull his resolve to find solutions to the problems that plague his continent. He continued his research that summer, meeting with the presidents and tribal leaders of Ghana, Burkina Faso, and Togo...
...Italian class of the academic merits of a field trip to the North End, my teacher, Nives Dal-Bo’ Wheeler, suggested I contact her friend Maurizio Tognetti, who lives in the North End: “If you would like me to put you in touch him??maybe he could give you some useful advice and some further inspiration.”I met Mr. and Mrs. Tognetti in their apartment on Tileston Street, a small offshoot of Hanover. The first thing I learned about Mr. Tognetti was that he was “very critical...
...never get away from skinny white dick.” Slug is not the dawg in his songs; he’s more like the commiserating best friend who says, “I know you feel like you can’t live without him?? and ends up not getting any. But as previous albums have established, and as this one will only reinforce, when Slug talks about love he’s often self-deprecating. Rapping about his love affair with a woman in “Me,” a song teeming with autobiographical...
...When life gives you lemons, just say ‘Fuck the lemons!’ and bail.” Brand is the ultra-cool, ultra-skinny, ultra-British singer Aldous Snow, who is so hip that even Peter can’t help but like him??even when Snow steals the scenes they share. After the slow first half, the funny, well-timed delivery of lines from these characters gives the audience a pleasant surprise. From the beginning, the basic plot is pretty clear, so it wouldn’t be a spoiler to say that...
...something entirely different had happened. At the moment when Frederick had begun to feel his anger transform into something like ambivalence or even happiness, an image had flashed through his mind. Despite the visual feast which lay before him??the flickering light, the bejeweled tortoise on Felicity’s dressing table, the nude voluptuousness of his wife–it was a vision of that stable boy, shirtless, standing knee deep in a lake, playing a violin, which had appeared before him. It was this image above anything else which had brought him to the brink...