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...TIME poll asked voters whether they "personally know anyone who is more likely" - or less likely - "to vote for Obama because of his race." Again, most people said no, but this time the margin was narrower. Forty-four percent said they knew someone who would be less likely to vote for Obama, while 38% said Obama's race would be a plus for someone they knew...
...years ago this past weekend, Matthew Shepard died. He was 21 but looked maybe 17, and everyone who knew him called him Matt, never the more formal Matthew. He was mostly still a kid, but he became an international symbol after two men he met in a bar pretended to be gay, lured him into a truck, savagely beat him and left him to die tied to a fence on the outskirts of Laramie, Wyo. He held on for five days after being found but never recovered consciousness...
...offers one of the “purest examples of irony” through its use of free indirect style. The same technique also allows the fiction reader to inhabit a young girl’s confusion in Henry James’s novel “What Maisie Knew.” The juxtaposition is a touch precious—just a sappy soundtrack away from a literary criticism Hallmark moment—but it plays into Wood’s theory of fiction.If, as Wood suggests, fiction is a space between mimicry and invention...
...wear jeans at all last year, spandex became my second skin. It wasn’t too long before my obsession began spiraling to unhealthy extremes. When my friend came out wearing leggings and a long sweater last Halloween and proudly announced he had dressed up as me, I knew it was bad. When everyone immediately recognized the inspiration for his costume (or the subject of his mockery), I knew it was really bad. When I thought I had found the answer to life’s problems in a pair of leggings—leggings that looked like jeans...
...Englishman had depicted some kind of incomprehensible allegory–a leopard, a sextant, philosophical books, and in the middle of it all a painted man, naked.Felicity stood, aghast. She felt the rising tide within her breast, the swelling of a liquid blaze that she could not suppress. She knew not from whence this Irish fire came; it overflowed from some inner latent sea to fill her mouth, to seep from her nether regions, straining to burst. She hardly noticed when Frederick departed to the small sculpture gallery off the main hall. No, she was alone here, alone again with...