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...believe any of them were like numbers. It’s just we have to do it,” said Eve. “But some people are a ten in the morning and a one in the evening, you know what I mean? Like, Jesus??we’re human, it changes...

Author: By Eleanor T. Regan, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: ‘League’ Stars Not About the Looks | 3/23/2010 | See Source »

...Jesus?? first miracle turned water to wine...

Author: By Maria Shen, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: 15 Other Reasons Why Harvard Students Drink | 3/11/2010 | See Source »

Administrators of The Family have been documented using dangerous rhetorical devices to compel the loyalty of followers. Doug Coe, its leader, has compared the blind devotion demanded by Jesus??and thus by one of its interlocutors on Earth, The Family, to that demanded by Adolf Hilter, Joseph Goebbels, Joseph Stalin and Mao Zedong, thus legitimizing the latter tyrants. Such untempered comparison is irresponsible, dangerous, and wrong. It leads to such invidious situations as The Family’s accused support for Ugandan politician David Bahati, who is proposing a bill containing the death penalty for HIV-infected people...

Author: By The Crimson Staff | Title: God and Scrambled Eggs | 2/10/2010 | See Source »

...Nobody Move” is the gravitational inverse to a novel like “Tree of Smoke”: a breezy, barely-there venture into the heyday of pulp fiction. The concept actually has a good deal of promise behind it—“Jesus?? Son,” Johnson’s 1992 collection of short stories that is arguably his masterpiece, dwells on the short, ugly lives of a noir-esque cast of junkies and thugs in an abortive urban purgatory. But this book isn’t a novelization...

Author: By Ryan J. Meehan, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Johnson Does Noir | 5/5/2009 | See Source »

...curtains, under the bed, on the floor next to the bed...he could hardly remember the particulars anymore. Roxanna’s fingers, trailing delicately through his matted locks, were like tongues of divine fire; and her tongue, wherever it landed on Frederick’s body, felt like Jesus??s fingers. Frederick’s body and prayer climaxed as one. He stood slowly and continued down the hall.And then he entered the kitchen, and there she was, standing in front of a window with the light pouring in around her. (And could he really be sure...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: THE STABLE BOY: Chapter 13 | 11/13/2008 | See Source »

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