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...That’s Theseus... He’s got this ball of string his girlfriend gave him, see. And he’s using it to find his way back out of the maze,” the young Calliope is told by her father. Drawing from the Greek heritage that the two of them share, Calliope Stephanides, the hermaphrodite narrator of Jeffrey Eugenides’ second novel “Middlesex” who will come to be known as Cal, follows the history of his family across two generations and one ocean in order to come...
...concrete floor was a tangle of wires and a maze of amplifiers. Sergio M. Ramierez ’10 was tapping beats, M. Andres Camacho ’10 strummed tunes on his guitar, and Tomas (Tommy) Balcetis ‘10, the lead singer, stood in a light blue South Beach t-shirt, ready to belt into the microphone. After light-heartedly strumming out a rock rendition of the jazzy aria “Summertime”, the band members settled down to talk about their music...
...someone in half... with acid!”. Standard “Saw” tropes like head-mounted traps, automated shotguns, self amputation, and smashing extremities to escape bondage make up the bulk of the film, while the few original elements (such as a maze filled with hot steam) are the least interesting of the mutilation machines. But this indirect borrowing from previous films apparently wasn’t enough to fill out “Saw VI’s” 90 minutes, so Melton and Dunstan resort to direct copying: much of the movie is comprised...
...boatman shook his head madly. "Not possible," he muttered. With sign language - the universal drawing of the finger across the throat - he made it clear that no matter how much money I was offering (and frankly, it wasn't much), he wouldn't sail into the maze of islands. The World was a pet project of Dubai's ruler, Sheik Mohammed bin Rashid al-Maktoum, and it was patrolled by security guards in fast boats. Illegal Bangladeshi immigrants and nosy foreign reporters entered at their peril...
...time cheating the system? Maybe. But was it worth it? You betcha.Junior year found me in Lowell. Ah, the model House of the entire system. As a transfer, I had the luck of ending up in a senior double (while my fellow natural-born Lowellian juniors still languished in maze-like walkthroughs). Once again I quickly adjusted to the quirks of a new home. In no time I had made friends with scuttling critters and mastered the art of sleeping through Sunday morning’s bells. I was spoiled with Master’s teas, lavish formals...