Word: himã
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Dates: during 2001-2001
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...than noticing the actors in the scene. The worst use of the screen, though, is reserved for the musical’s show-stopping eleventh hour number, “The American Dream.” As the Engineer sings of that prized notion, a $100 bill appears behind him??an image that is obvious but not too imposing. However, as the song continues, coins gradually fade into the picture, covering Ben Franklin with the richness of quarters. The effect is laughable...
...said next, alas, but I do know the conversation died away rapidly. We went back to our mussels and linguine, and then back to our lousy undergraduate education. He went back to Tufts, where the streets are paved with gold and everybody knows your name. And I forgot about him??until last week, when Harvard was set abuzz by a few choice words from Tufts Dean Charles Inouye...
...television set in his office, having a single glass of wine. The sign that he was relaxing was when he took his jacket off. He and a few close aides would watch the news, and night after night, there would be a quick, inevitably oversimplified report about him??Christopher would watch silently, then say that it had not been their best day, but they would all be back here at the office...
With this as my backdrop, I regarded John as a perverted family secret. Throughout elementary school, I lied about the number of siblings I had. I didn’t want to talk about him??about how he was responsible, at least I thought, for my father never being home and for my mother’s constant crying. I didn’t want people to know that I regularly helped my mother clean up his “accidents.” By the fifth grade, I developed a fear that my school bus would arrive...
...irrational thought that John’s burnt shoulder might kill him confirmed that I loved him??the fear of losing him terrified me. Although we couldn’t play games or carry on conversations, we could make each other laugh. All I had to do was roll a blue rubber ball towards his contorted feet. All he had to do was poke me with his misshapen fingers...